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They Come From Me


Anything can be said 
But nothing is done
No word, No pharse 
Enlighten me, help 
The dove fly
A great distance 
away from me, 
Help, I'm lost 
I'm longing 
for satisfaction 
completion 
more than just 
reiteration 
I feel sick 
Unexplainable 
Intolerable 
Am I a bad 
person?
I keep 
getting lost 
here in the 
bottom of 
the pits 
Where pain 
consumes 
every aspect 
of who you are
Help, I'm scared 
These words come 
from somewhere 
they come from me 
and their meaning is 
truth, so help me, 
I'm scared. 

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