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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry

Whips | Poem

I could smell fear in your arms

When I lose my mind and scream to calm,

I want this world to suffer as I do.

Deathra, leaving gets old; stay now

I’m still that scary monster who

Whips the pain out and smile.

©sjwordsmith
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