Poem #30

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Some days I'm just not being myself
Keep wanting to please get some help
But why does my throat's restraining some yelp
Again another unpleasant things to dealt

Mind's clouded, stuck by the storm in my head
Racing thoughts, fuzzy judgments have been spread
Unexplainable things penetrating until I bled
Scribble some wretched then open after I read

The color that has been painted ain't sweet
Cold water cascade after
that monster that I meet
Watching from afar the chaos taste like heat
Regret from your eyes and seems like you have  no choice but to stick

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