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Feb 16
My body still
My mind amok
I found myself consumed by thoughts,

Thoughts I wish I'd rather hadn't
For I can't sleep as they run rampant,

My mind hunts down and strikes my soul
It strips me of my only role,

If I find sleep; when will I wake,
Is it then I'll know what choices to make?
Anyone else just lye in their self destructive thoughts at night?
Crummy
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Crummy  17/M
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   Skylar
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