20: Dark

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Poem by: Busiek19
They're back

The thoughts are coming back
They're much stronger now
They came prepared
The tears in my eyes mock me
They laugh at my misery

I tried to ignore them
I tried to not let them win
I tried to hide it
I tried to hold on
I tried to escape

Wouldn't it be better if I left
Wouldn't it be better if I let go
What's the point of holding on
What's the point of being alive
When nothing is on your side

It only took one argument
It only took one word
It only took one second
It only took one tear

To bring them back.

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