When The Shadows Play #titlechallenge Thoughts of hate that were never mine Strangle me breathless like a vine. Violent swings and harsh kicks, Suck me dry like the ticks. They play with my body and mind There's not a time where I'm not blind. Dark feelings and sharp knives Always taunt me at these times. My family doesn't hear me screaming For these shadows to stop scheming. Like a monster hissing under my bed, They will play me till I'm dead.
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