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Jan 2021
His mind’s a mess,
a constant battle between angels and demons.
Nothing ever goes right.
So he comes apart at every seam.
What was once on the outside no longer there.
All fallen into the darkness.
This is a poem that I wrote months ago. It’s unfinished. I’m not I will ever finish it.
Christina O
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