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My Way
It's been quieter,
Not lonely,
Just quieter.
I can feel the calm.
Can find myself.
I can sleep soundly,
Thats true. That's ironic.
They're still there,
When I am angry;
When I am stressed;
When they push me.
I am still sad.
Coping, praying, waiting.
Don't get angry.
Think outside your head,
Awake and dreaming.
Meditate.
Pu...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:56 pm
Magic Spells
First they scream.
There silent whispers fill the room,
Hiding from others,
Bouncing around.
I told you not to do it.
It's all your fault.
You just can't manage -
Not cope at all.
Worthless fool,
Step away, admit defeat.
They all know.
You can't hide.
You know we are here.
Never far away, sleeping screams.
Darkened echoes.
Little w...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:41 pm
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