Deep packed inside me,
Like a wall of dull ache,
Or the sinking in of teeth,
Something I can't take,
It's pulling out something,
I have never seen before,
The continuous sting,
I am with at brutal war,
I feel like tearing out,
Everything I have inside,
But I do have a doubt,
The hole won't be too wide,
The screaming at night,
My crying frustration,
Nothing is ever right,
And I can't call vacation,
I hate myself, I hate me,
I can't take the pain,
The pain of what I may be.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
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