Black Hole

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The evil inside me

Gnaws at me

Knocks the door

Of my brain

Every time I feel alone.


It scratches my brain

With ugly sharp truth

That you are alone

In a crowded place.


It pierces my heart

To tell the world.

That I live in a,

Loneliness place.


It opens my eyes

To let me know

That it's okay

To not be Okay.

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