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My Confession


I'm a tragedy, a mess. Shattering like glass, Fracturing, cracking, and splintering. Exploding and falling apart. Thoughts claw at my mind, Emotions rip and tear through me, destroying me. A sick twisted mass of feelings spins inside me, churning and coiling, A whirlwind of nothingness. Broken, bruised, and hurt, Bursting and burning, I'm on fire, Flames devour me, my sanity, It climbs up slowly, devastating my chance at happiness. Destruction spreading. I'm a mess, I confess.
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