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These are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.

Bleed

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by thisisme314

by thisisme314

I could bore you with the number of times I've felt dead.

Or The fact I keep circulating the endless, dark thoughts in my head.

I feel shallow, and empty

And I can't feel anything else.

I tell others not to worry

And to be at peace with themselves.

But let's face it,

I'm a mess

And I have no room to breathe.

My dark thoughts come with speed

And I can't get rid of them for the life in me.

The only time I feel so close to life and so far from death

Is when I bleed.

AGD

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