This darkness is not mine
A rainy cloud
Is ready to burst
We’re sobbing too loud
It’s not personal
At all.
This sadness is not mine
My dead mother
Is dangling from the ceiling
Hanging in the kitchen
I think she might be leaking.
This pain is not mine
The world has gone lost
Flames are soaring
It’s spilling blood
And I still have skin.
Is this body still mine?
Cheeks carry a smile
Of a forgotten melody
With an overdose
Becoming a scream
While on the kitchen floor
Choking and spitting blood
I die.
Mistress witch writes 
Ouch
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It’s the second time this week that you give me an ouch.
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And that is quite an achievement… 😆
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Is it? I did not realise. I must stop being so repetitive.
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I just leave you speechless I guess 😉
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Oops, replied to the wrong comment 🙄
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