Poem 96

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Cautionary warning that I lay amidst my dark mind. Following the dark figures that walk around, that come crashing in. Even the slightest happy thought, is disturbingly distinguished into a sadistic one. Nothing can keep them away, no one can save me. Maybe I can save myself, or do I live with them still traveling? -mommamafia

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