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Her mind aches.
She whispers,
but no one listens.
She whimpers,
still, not a word.
She screams, til lungs
grow numb, but no one
comes.
Soul crashes,
body aches.
Make up your god damned
mind, !!$#!.
Whore. Slut.
Words never come
out right.
She cries :
Make it Stop!
Why can't it just end.
Why can't I control this.

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RedLeigh15 You're currently reading the poem Make it Stop, which was posted on Jan 13, 2011 by RedLeigh15.

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"Inner Conflicts."

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