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Mar 07, 2014, 10:38 AM
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Member Since: Jun 2010
Location: Ardenweald
Posts: 43,644
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heres my poem on psychosis
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Psychosis
Self-induced loneliness,
The hell-crazed jail of happiness,
Silence is a beautiful thing,
If restored in peace.
The day or two I slept, I felt ill,
I felt so ill.
Blood is only soothing
in the first few seconds it is warm.
My deep, dark secrets of loving death
eats me up like the lonely subject itself.
Secrets forbid me from society,
Because in this day and age
we couldn't be more open could we?
I feel as ill now, as I did then.
Nothing good comes from this,
but not always bad, either.
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