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Sep 2014
When all the music is only noise
When the words on a page mean nothing
When the content of my own thoughts are pointless
When the voices of loved ones are just bothersome

That's when I know
That's how I see
A low that's lower than low
Is the one place where there is no such thing as "we"
The poems just never come out right anymore.
But its the only way I feel sane
Iris Nyx
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Iris Nyx  El Paso, Texas
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