The world is too quiet for me to endure.
My demons take me over, there is no cure.
They've whispered in my ears,
for who knows how many years.
But the world is quiet, and so are my dreams.
So the whispers sound like never-ending screams.
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Human Emotions
PuisiA bisexual, depressed, and anxious teenage girl writes poetry to cope with all of her human emotions.
