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Dec 2013
i think my brain is faulty
dark thoughts swirl through my mind
like a demon, possessed
i want to hurt myself
scratch the thoughts from my skin
but they return on dark nights
sometimes when i least expect them
come crawling back
like a bad smell

i try to release the thoughts
through my finger tips
onto blank pages with biro
but they are lodged inside
for eternity
sometimes tears flow
and its like i can breath again
but then the emptiness follows
my words
my breathe
everything
stuck in my throat
like an incurable illness

please make them go away
please
i beg you
Bethanie Stewart
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Bethanie Stewart
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