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Headless teddy bears,
Fractured rainbows,
Black unicorns, red manes.

Those were the images,
Haunting my days,
Dominating my nights.

My smiles never wide,
My eyes never innocent,
Because I was never really a child.

I grew and became a teenager,
Now a screwed up hybrid of memories,
And music videos,
Run rampant in my head.

I seek solace from my insanity,
Drugs and booze silence my screams,
The voices in my head torment me none the less.


Every fiber of my being shrieks
“Jump!”
As I linger on my balcony.

It seems the roll of the timpani,
Sets the tone of my life,
Dark and foreboding.

But then I remember,
When life gets overwhelming,
I’m in a coma,
And none of this is real.





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