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What is wrong with me?

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AutumnNight714

Published: Sep 29, 2012

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I'm a monster
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away

I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry

I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much

I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again

But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?

Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside

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thisdudelikeBVBbitch

Dec 17, 2013

i feel like this sometimes, awesome poem

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