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Silent Melancholy

In my silence I dwell
In my melancholic hell…
Emotions crawling up as demons when I fell,
Taking my temper to hell.

In my silent melancholy I dwell.
Restlessness in my chorused head as I try to save myself,
Taking over I stretched my shoulders up to my ears and then I fell…

What a living hell in my head I said,
In my melancholy, silent like hell.
In my hell I felt a little air I caught without fear as I bled…
And from my demons I fled .

Still running since I fled
Thin air like a thread
Loose my hopes like a thread ๐Ÿงต
hope is something I could have held.๐Ÿ’”

Boygod

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