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inner hell
I run and run,
dissapear into sun.
why i ran away,
why does the wind sway.
but im here today,
kept the demons at bay.
Would rather not say,
dead it must lay.
Reality may have died,
dead aren't the tears i've cried.
They're alive and well,
inner hell.
*S*
This isn't the kind of poetry
This isn't the kind of poetry I like but I can really relate to what its saying
I see myself in your poem.
I see myself in your poem.
~Nhi