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Ive cried more and more tears
as the years go by
Everything that i once knew
it all slips by
I cant even take control of my head
All my demons inside are crying out
Just be dead
I cant seem to get a hold of myself
Im Slipping
Im bruising
Im hurting everyone around me who is tryin to heal me
Why cant i just get a grip already
If im losing myself who is gonna come and save me
-Masked C
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Poetry
PoetrySometimes not being alright is alright. Im not talking about depression. Im talking about the shi that gets your head spinning Take a walk with me through my words of poetry
