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A Poem by Nyx666

It's all piled in his head,
but he's doing just fine.
The pressure turns to red
and black at times.
I think he's full of dread
the smiles don't dress now.
It's all piled in his head 
nobody cares now.

© 2013 Nyx666


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Hmm, pretty good! It feels like you've taken stress and expressed it through writing.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on July 7, 2013
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