《when the night comes | poems》~40~

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My brain is a shelter for

Everything unwanted

They always want more

Everything seems haunted

My mind is too small

To keep them all there

So they escape, they even crawl

Just to get a scare

Then they get back

And I wake up

I survived another attack

But the bad memories won´t stop

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