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Words


I wish

there were words to

explain

what happened

to the voice

inside my head.

I string these words to try to

illustrate

define

realize

what went wrong,

what I did 

wrong,

that caused my mind to

self destruct.

 

I think maybe,

Maybe I could fix

my broken

self

through combinations

of pretty words

and letters

and lines.

 

 

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