Broken

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I sit, crying on the floor, I can't do this anymore.
The violence, the pain, I feel as if I'm going insane.
What if I am insane?
What if I couldn't handle the permanent stain on my brain?
Oblivious to my true surroundings.
I just want to obtain my one goal which is continuously stolen.
My head is swollen from all of these thoughts that leave me broken.

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