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The Eclectic Pen - Self-devouring
By: Madeline D. (Dame2Libros)
Date Submitted: 1/8/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 94
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| Snatched my heart out of my chest, now my heart is nothing but an organ that pumps blood for my breathe. Because I'm shallow echos are all I hear, panicked with erratic anxiety yet I deny my fear. Irrational behavior seems like my only escape. I go away for awhile, always return to my original place. Refuse to let anyone in, so I stay in myself. A giant wave of guilt knocks me down so ashamed , I won't ask for help. Became addicted and dependant, been known to overwhelm myself with substances compulsively and somewhat pathetic. Do things I know I'll regret. To punish myself, I'll never forget. |
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