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Genocide against myself

The deep trenches in my head Little versions of me Pacing like mad men

Everyday they carve deeper

These men They wander Over my grey matter Crunchy like fresh snow

Chiseling out

My brain is a quarry I want it to be mine

I should have Full control

I don't

I yearn for authority

I want to shoo them away

I wish they could all just die in the battlefield that is my head

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