I Fished A Poem From My Drafts #3

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Im alone in my head
Even with the voices in my head
They laugh about what I said
Im indifferent
But I hold to this thin thread
So hard
In my head
Im sprawled or tucked in my bed
If my eyes really does get hurt
It would have bled
With everything it saw

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