Painful

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I can't escape,
The box inside my mind.
Like I'm being killed,
Called defined.

Love is a dangerous game,
It pulls u down before u can escape.
Slamming u against a wall,
Drowning u before u fall.

I can't escape my own mind.
If I could, I may of still felt alive.
So much running through my own head,
Not much time, yet I dread.

MY MIND KILLS ME SLOWLY.

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