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by __sunflxwer__

by __sunflxwer__

Date: 2/1/17
Time: unknown

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My god, my god
Why am I like this?
My god, my god
I'm so tired of all this

The fact that these feelings
I can't seem to release
Are somewhat the cause of all my anxieties

The kiss of death
My soon-to-be last breath
*slaps myself*
Shut up, I need to keep
my life in check

I'm feeling a rush
Can't keep them voices hush
Am I now that easy
To crush?

The beat I'm feeling
Is strange
It's kind of making
Me change

Change to what,
You may ask?
Change to a monster...
I need my mask.

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This poem was made when I suddenly had this strange "beat" come to me, as mentioned here.

This also has a lot of double meanings, but I don't really expect anyone to try and guess the whole meaning of this.

Just thought I'd post this since I'm still on a mental block :/