Trying fiercely to forget
The venom that resides inside of me
Not even the love of a thousand hearts can deliver my heart
From the sickness in me
I long to be free
From the dread, that I have as I lay in my bed
The thoughts that this disease has always created in contempt inside my head
I’m not dead
Though at my lowest
I’ve wished to be
Buried deep
Beneath the pain of my history
I’m a dark person, a shadowy girl
I’m just a dark spot, in a overcast world
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this is my so called life
this journal will have
what i think and how i feel
all the thoughtz that go throu
my mined and all the things im thinking that
i'll never say out loude!!!!!!!!!
so enjoy reading about my so called life.............
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