p o e m s ( m. e. )

prologue;

I went on twitter, and wrote what's on my mind today, this usually eases off all the stress, and makes me relieved.

Remember how people had their own ways of taking out their emotions?

Poems were my way, it expresses what I feel,

here we go.

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trying to scream out my lungs, but no one can save me.

trying so hard to float, like everyone else, but ending up drowning.

It's coming, I know it is.

They think it wasn't there, it is now.

I'm going to try to stop it.

It's a beast.

Inside is where it lives.

Inside is where it hides.

-j.s.

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I scrolled down one more time, before I go to bed, it's 3 am, and I'm still up on twitter,

I saw a picture of a boy celebrity called, 'Matthew Espinosa' and clicked on the account, it was a fan account, so I went on his real one.

I went down on his account, and scrolled through his tweets,

Little did I know, I was looking at my next savior.

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Rewritten.