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Inside Of Me

joy
left
alone
free to wander
inside of me
Hate
seeps from my pores
violence
rages
Inside of me
pain
fills
every
crevice of my soul as I
torture
those I
love and
love the people I
hate
bending
twisting
conforming to their will
soaking
induldging in their
lies
breathing
panting
ranting in my head
screaming
shouting
crying
am I dead?
this is
not
the bed I made
for
myself
I will not lay in it
tonight
joy
scattered
across
my body-map
looking
searching
Longing for a home
but
there
is not a single bone
who
will adhere
glue
stick to
this concept of hope
Nothing
inside
of
me.





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