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Oct 2021
Death it's a pool
Made out of every single thought
That kills me a bit more everytime
It spawns in my mind
And they keep spiraling down
In a wave of thoughts too hard to think
And in the end I just want to

Throw up my arms in surrender
Throw up my phone across the room
Throw up all the alcohol I took in to get home faster
Throw my head against the wall so the thoughts

Stop
Callamasttia
Written by
Callamasttia  22/F/Kaer Morhen
(22/F/Kaer Morhen)   
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   Hakikur Rahman
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