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4/17/2018 10:01:09 PM
Corner	Terror is a strange thing After a while it becomes A numbing void left in your heart You aren’t left troubling Over “if” or what’s to come You’re simply torn apart Trying to let out a breath That’s locked in your lungs As you’re left shivering In the corner, where you’re left There’s a ladder, but on each rung Your steps leave them crumbling You believe what they say Those voices in your mind You slash yourself Because then they’ll go away You’re left alone in this, blind You’ve gotten to the twelfth Left bleeding in your Silly Little Corner edited by Ross M. on 4/17/2018
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4/17/2018 10:01:09 PM

Terror is a strange thing
After a while it becomes
A numbing void left in your heart
You aren’t left troubling
Over “if” or what’s to come
You’re simply torn apart

Trying to let out a breath
That’s locked in your lungs
As you’re left shivering
In the corner, where you’re left
There’s a ladder, but on each rung
Your steps leave them crumbling

You believe what they say
Those voices in your mind
You slash yourself
Because then they’ll go away
You’re left alone in this, blind
You’ve gotten to the twelfth

Left bleeding in your
Silly
Little
Corner
edited by Ross M. on 4/17/2018

pages: 1