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: like everyday, a mild hate within my soul slowly burning away and destroying my veins but so small and so insignificant in comparison to everything that sits in this world that it could scream at the top of its lungs till the vocal cords rip and yet it wouldnt even be heard by a bug until it kills me
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>into the fire that is the void, like everything else
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>from life
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Author:
Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I honestly couldn't even tell you what this is. I feel like I'm not even processing anything anymore. Feelings are just slipping past me and I'm just here.
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If It was not so serious I would say: By the time we've messed about getting started with some files, etc, we gotta stay alive long enough to do that. We'll have forgotten why we were depressed. doh!
I think I know a little of this feeling. I hope getting it out helped a little?
If only we could file it away on a database somewhere.
I liked your creative way of expression.
Very creative, and conveys such a strong message, I love this.
lr
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