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Sep 12
writing is what keeps me sane.
I keep fighting these unfair games with my brain
the commotion in my head so loud I can barely think straight
sleepless nights and empty walls
my mind is an endless hall
chaos, madness, hurricanes
I can't seem to turn away
maybe I'm the one to blame.
Written by
Zelli
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