maxi million Poems

No communication

No affection
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Hypnotic
Primitive
Sound
Flowing
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Battered and bruised,
torn in shreads,
nobody can see it,
deep inside,
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Nobody understands,
like the toys in my hands,
but the toys have long since gone,
and i've been alone,
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hate is like poison,
seeping into my veins,
corroding my heart,
rotting my soul,
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In my darkest day,
at my lowest point,
when I was all alone,
you were there,
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Every time I get knocked down,
I always get right back up,
but I'm struggling to get back up these days,
and my wounds are taking longer to heal,
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