Disordered
disconnected empty words
frozen faces
hearts torn apart into thirds
stuck in stasis
breathing in the poison
listening
voices always stuck in
listen in
crying screaming pain
panic
broken deadly pain
manic
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I'm 20, but many tell me I have an old soul. I go through a lot of crap all the time about what I do and who I am so my stories and poems are the only places I can be free even if they mention my troubles it is a way to breathe, though the inspiration seems to fade every time
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