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She's been caught in the riptide of suicide, too many things filled her brain and it drove her insane, she never had faith she never wanted fame, all ..
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The mask is my prison,
epidemic,
tell me not to breath,
save me,
tiny monsters linger,
they look for us every day,
sometimes they find us,..
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This Poem is not an attack,not like the attack you aimed at me,I'm simply stating facts and facing feelings,I'm sick of writing poems about you,I've w..
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