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LOCKED CELL(For Those Who Held Me Back and Still Try To Hold Me Down) Thoughts swarm bent brain cells, barely twitching muscles in resistance against abundant masses of wicked, severed emotions that overcome bodily functions. Surging waves, flood veins within worn-out skin with toxic-Drama induced by treachery. Only if the half-picked brain falters, becoming weak to bloodthirsty desires creating self-combustion, then nothing –   controlling all. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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