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Feb 2020
Crushing black
My mind is fractured and shredded
Vexing pain
When will the torment end
Haunting memories
Thy flesh consumed
Nightmares
Even demons cry
The horrid terror
Dripping down my face
Clawing at my skin
Run...escape
Take my life
My soul is an empty husk
Peel my crust
Brittle and shattered
Such is my time on earth
I can’t be saved
Things will always get better. The night is always darkest before the dawn.
Written by
James Cushman  31/M
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   Bogdan Dragos
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