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There is this thing inside of me It throws insults around Thinking I would catch them But instead I drop them It laughs at me Especially when I do something stupid It never lets anything slide This thing inside of me It never leaves my side Not even when I get down on my knees And I beg till my cheeks are shining red I want it to go I want it to leave me and never turn back But something inside is keeping it here Because at times When the day is at the darkest of hours And everyone seems to be asleep This thing decides to make an appearance And it almost seems like this thing Wipes away my tears And it picks me up when my body fails This thing inside of me may laugh It may insult It may never leave But the idea about it is that It never leaves Even when everyone has turned their backs This thing may have never mentioned its name But to me This thing is my enemy and my friend This thing is... Me
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
This Thing Inside
There is this thing inside of me It throws insults around Thinking I would catch them But instead I drop them It laughs at me Especially when I do something stupid It never lets anything slide This thing inside of me It never leaves my side Not even when I get down on my knees And I beg till my cheeks are shining red I want it to go I want it to leave me and never turn back But something inside is keeping it here Because at times When the day is at the darkest of hours And everyone seems to be asleep This thing decides to make an appearance And it almost seems like this thing Wipes away my tears And it picks me up when my body fails This thing inside of me may laugh It may insult It may never leave But the idea about it is that It never leaves Even when everyone has turned their backs This thing may have never mentioned its name But to me This thing is my enemy and my friend This thing is... Me
annamarie
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May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
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