ThingsA Poem by kimoIm a bit of a schitzo. Although im not talking to other people IN my head, im talking to myself.i shiver at the thought of not thinking right. my black dark screaming half-me tells me i must kill myself flashing images of things i thought i saw before things of the future?;
..the long forgotten past..
things that keep you awake fearing its going to drag you into the darkness. © 2008 kimoAuthor's Note
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