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Apr 2013
It's the darkness that really gets to me.
The feeling of loneliness that creeps up on my soul.
The monsters that are in my head, screaming out "I wish you were dead"
I sometimes can't figure out what's real and what's not.
I'm scared to tell people what's really going on in my thoughts.
So instead of telling them how I feel,
I keep it all bottled up as if it wasn't real.
Barbara Johnson
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