321 Struck

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this in like, under a minute. Nothing phenomenal, just had to get it out there is all. Sorry about all the random periods, it's better than having it clumped up into a paragraph :P enjoy

Submitted: July 08, 2011

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Panic, I feel panic.

Dark and deep.

And red and blue.

So sick to touch.

So diseased..

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Sick, I feel so very sick.

Shaking and twitching.

And barely breathing.

So fragile and disgusted.

So wretched..

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Hatred, I feel endless hated.

Violent and hidden.

And bursting and swollen.

So passionate and twisted.

But mostly hidden.


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