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Dec 2014
Do you ever just wonder
What is like
To feel the pain
and loose sight
of what's real
Within in time
Words will ****
Little nothing's
That mean to much
Falling to death
Seeking a clutch
No escape
From your own head
The monsters live in you
Not under the bed
All the lies
That you made up
Will eat your mind
Cause you to throw up
Never leaving the bed
All is lost all is gone
Demons in your head
All will fade time will end
And that's all that we need
Anne Faye
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Anne Faye
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