Drifting

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  Gazing at the mirror, 
I see those scars bleeding.
Scars of your love, deep and screaming out load.

Drowning me in the darkest thoughts,
they strangle me down, consuming me from the inside.

And in all this riot, at the edge of losing hope.

I hear whispers of my inner voice,
constantly counseling me
and not letting me drift into the darkness.

~UnfortunatePoet

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