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Apr 2014
I don't want to write poetry any longer.

because I've made the mistake of filling my cup to the brim with deeply contrasted little monsters called emotions. they're trying to **** each other but instead they're killing me.

so words don't pour out anymore; they claw.

and the pain...
its excruciating.
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