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The thoughts in my head
They bother my mind
Running around and around
Making me psychedelicWhen will they stop?
When will my eardrums pop?
When will they stop?
I want to end it, make it stop,Is this the only way?
Having the blood on my hands?
The hands that stain my mouth
with blood as they stifle my screams.~=°•°=~
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-