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24 November 2018

while I was resting

they crawled into my head while I was resting 
voices repeating over and over 
like a fucking sing along
I couldn't escape their grasp
Anger swelled
I couldn't speak
could hardly breath
I felt nothing but the rage
Slicing away the dirt of my existence
I saw black where red should be
the puddle at my feet was food for the flies
I no longer saw a future
my past a lost memory
while dying I screamed a silent scream
nobody will miss me

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