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Open wounds that never heal.
Blood is my pill.
Agony I could always feel,
maybe I was born to kill.
Kill the very inside,
murder the pain
and of what I am trying to hide.
To finally remove the unremovable stains.
-a.a
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A Depressed Poet
PoetryPoems that can relate to your cries in the corner. I'll be your friend in those sleepless nights. "And now, depression, you creep in when I'm all alone, Found everywhere in the notes of my phone." -a.a
