Excerpts from an old diary

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Don't say it,

It's been hidden

In me for entire life.

Don't unveil, no,

I've been keeping

It into my mind.

Fingers entangled in hair strands

In my imagination

Blood dripping off of my hands

And my thoughts are so deadly

There out of control

I see my palms are wrapped around blood dripping neck

These thoughts are criminal

And murdered is my soul

Hatred is accused though

Yet the criminal is me.