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Sep 2014
I sat there, as all surrounded me,
All had their part
Each spoke in a tone,
Belittling,
Smearing,
Criticizing,
All surrounded me
Like a circle of hate,
Each word that they
Leaked,
Scratched,
Scarred,
My thoughts inside my mind,
Each was different,
Each word I rejected,
But they wanted more
Mind,
Thought,
Individuality,
My ears bled, as they penetrate
Further in,
Consuming me
It was me or them,
A fractured landscape
Each emotion was a war zone,
On every front
Victories,
Loses,
Laughter,
As they were walking closer
I will never surrender my mind to
Hate,
Fear,
Madness,
And then there was silence
"Had I won"
Were those that surrounded me
Cleansed,
I walked, the mirror close at hand
I saw my face,
"Relief"
It was me, but a reflection
I saw me in the chair
no,
No,
NO,
We stood around our body screaming
"Let me in"
Surrounded by others wanting the
Key @===<
So their voices
Would be heard within.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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