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Ångest, skriven 17 feb 2011




Breathe

When it get this dark I get immovable
which is good
because I'm also destructive
and could slit, smoke, drink
with no restraints,
but I just sit here,
waiting - for nothing - being beaten up
by the darkness in there
and pretend all is fine. I'm still alive.




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Publicerad 2011-03-28 04:45



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