A crowd inside me

Silent whispers, or deafening screamsA crowd inside me, beyond my wildest dreamsOne, two, four, six, or seven, who can say?The people inside, are here to stay Some are greedy, some lovable, others scarySome look great, while some smell like something’s not quite merryMy space is shrinking, it’s hard to breatheThe crowd’s questions, hard to leave How long will I fight, how will I survive?They tell me to stop fighting, just to stay aliveBut I can’t…

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