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On the inside
We're just skeletons
And blood made to boil.
We hold each others
Hands
And take a tug when we're in toil.
But there's no
Light down here
Where the grass is no longer grown.
I can pray my heart out
But they'll be no one to hold.
On the inside
There's things nobody's
Seen.
I got lockets
I got pictures
I got monsters with no
Teeth.
I could take a leap
But I'll stay right here
Instead.
Cause there's no good reason
Letting these's thoughts out of my
Head.




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Lovessunlight said...
today at 5:31 pm:
It's really beautiful and dark.
 
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MMOONThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 4:46 pm:
I really liked this poem! I like your diction and how the flow of the poem was. Keeping writing because this was really good!
 
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FallenoutofgraceThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 4:36 pm:
This is really good, it has an erie feel to it but it only helps you in this case. I like your emotions and the flow of your work. Very good job.
 
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