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I Won't.
It's crazy, it's unnerving,
These urges that bubble inside.
I struggle and I fight,
Though it seems to encourage.
I see it in my past.
Scratching and clawing on the restraints,
Hardly at bay.
I walk by,
I walk away.
I turn my head,
Ignore the blasted pleading.
Remember what happens,
I whisper endlessly.
Fingers curled,
Blood trailing from my fists.
I won't.
These urges that bubble inside.
I struggle and I fight,
Though it seems to encourage.
I see it in my past.
Scratching and clawing on the restraints,
Hardly at bay.
I walk by,
I walk away.
I turn my head,
Ignore the blasted pleading.
Remember what happens,
I whisper endlessly.
Fingers curled,
Blood trailing from my fists.
I won't.
Published 30th Apr 2013
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