Poems from halespage

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I'm 18, but many tell me I have an old soul. I go through a lot of crap all the time about what I do and who I am so my stories and poems are the only places I can be free even if they mention my troubles it is a way to breathe, though the inspiration seems to fade every time
i hear the whispers I hear the laughing I feel the pain I feel my shaking I see the crowd I see the ending smell the alcohal I smell the...
firey rage full of ice flame brought down upon me intrusive feeling of things so nice shaking breaking making for a plea     standing my...
disconnected empty words  frozen faces  hearts torn apart into thirds  stuck in stasis    breathing in the poison  listening  voices always...
shadows fading swirling pulling tugging  taking me into a world that ill never control "it's dangerous" they whisper what living?   is it...
just one more breath nice and slow, think it through isn't life or death; see? what do you want to do I wish this wasn't me   living with...

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