[?7hI hate the rage I feel inside,
It will not part, I cannot hide,I mus
t let it go, let it be free,But it is trap
ped, I cannot be me.Thus I wonder what I c
ould do,A knife in hand, nothing to lose
,Then I realise what I shall leave behin
d,Only the inside has made an incision,
I decide not to make such a rash decision.
I take a breath and try to be calm,Bu
t within seconds I drift into that realm,
I feel ignored yet terrorised,Yet I still
 know that these are all lies.I feel more
 at home when I am away,I fear the moment when
 I must return,Sadly, my skin is my 
line,My line between Heaven and Hel
l.- Untitled. Written f
or 'Hell'- SNiPE
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