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Apr 2020
My thoughts are like demons.
Pounding on the door, trying to get me to let them in.
trying to break me down one by one.
Killing me slowly.
Making me go insane as I lose myself in them.
When they finally hit.
I lose my sense of being sane.
I lose myself.
I seem like I’m ok but really
I’m in pain and no one can save me from them because they are too strong to be stopped.
Even I can’t stop them.
So what makes you think you can...
Written by
Wolfie Bandit  19/F/Pen Argyl Pennsylvania
(19/F/Pen Argyl Pennsylvania)   
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   Pluto
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