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مكتمِلة خميس, مارس ١٩, ٢٠١٥43m
I scream till my voice gives out
Till my lungs cave in
Till my heart beats like a drum
Till the blood rushes to my face
Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf
'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain
I scream until my body stops living
And everything becomes numb
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Hello! This book will be about poems poems and guess what? More poems! I don't know what kind of poems it is really. Haven't thought about checking that before I wrote this... I guess it's a mix of poems. I do hope you enjoy them. If not then don't.
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This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadie
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