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The screams inside me
Are begging to come out
But my brain never
Accepts the impulse
I want to scream
I want to weep
I want to kill
And maybe take a poison pill
If it was on me
They wouldn't be alive today
They never let me be
Not even a single word to say
Hanging my hand
From the edge of my bed
Hoping it to land
With it's usual bloody red
I can't speak
I can't stand
So maybe I can leave
And never come back
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Poetry❝How naive of me To think that the Devil would show up With demons and horns And everything opposite of joy . He being the deceiver he is Had the most beautiful eyes And everything which convinced me I'm home ❞ || welcome...
