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Drusila Apr 2019
It can’t be seen with naked eyes
My bare skin shows no signs
But something hurts.
I look around and take notice
I am the only fazed one
So I check the time,
How long more until I burst?
It’s so unoriginal of me to get the blues
Something hurts on the inside.
My hurt still pumps blood
My mind makes it fast paced
Maybe I find an empty cave
And turn this feeling inside out.
My heart’s throbbing, and I don’t know why
Yet my thoughts are not even racing
What it’s I don’t know,
Still hurts

— The End —