I feel it slowly sliding down my throat
Its building up inside of me
There's no way for it to go, but down
Deeper and deeper it went, until my whole system was corrupted
All the words were eating me alive
All the hate, all the insults and all the slander have now made a home inside of me, feeding off whatever they could find
Just as a river endlessly flows down a stream, so does my entire being as it now wanders aimlessly in the dark void that was once my identity
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PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
