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Words, Thought, Pain
I can't make sence of it all
Words needing thought.
Thought needing words.
What do I do with it all?
When I write, it makes no sence.
When I keep it inside I want to bleed.
Give me something to take it away.
I don't deal with it anymore.
This isn't something I can handle.
Especially when I'm alone.
Bad things happen when I'm alone...
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