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Dec 2014
Pain,
I love it oddly enough.
Its a source of inspiration,
less thoughts of desperation.
The feeling of emptiness,
from this I thrive.
No one will know,
that I'm not alive though.
Its my little secret,
that I've already died inside.
Written by
Godlink  20/M
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