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The pressure keeps rising, Still I keep trying, To silence the voices in my head. I keep on disguising, Hoping no one's realizing, That on the inside I am dead. Memories, they swallow. Emotions, made me hollow. My monsters are needing fed. No matter my sorrow, It's the same fight tomorrow. Down a dark path I've been led. Every breath I grow more tense. Nothing seems to make sense. I've felt the evil begin to spread. All at another's expense, My life has grown so intense, This harsh reality I've come to dread. Mistakes I keep repeating, These demons I'm not defeating. I know what lies ahead. Myself I have been cheating, My self worth I am depleting, Wishing I had the courage instead, To take on this pain, To not go insane, So I'm not hanging by a thread. Tired of this game, Everyday feels the same, I have been horribly horribly misread...... By: T.K.
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