a. bentley

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The tortured
voices in my head
repeat every word I said
a spinning record drugged out
the pain in my eyes tell a story
a victim to my own depression
I never seem to learn my lesson
outburst and melt downs
I spin violently out of control
I want to hurt myself everyday
with the shimmer of the
razor's edge

Let's not pretend we're
in a tangled mess

waiting to see what
the other can offer

we weave this web
together with words

waiting to see just
what will happen

we exchange looks
like photographs

I wonder if you will
be my other half.

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