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There are a couple secret poems
I hide within myself
They're written and reread again
Stacked on my mental shelf

They are morbid, gruesome things,
So dark, no one should find
I fear that they would see them all
And think me sick at mind

I'm not a suicidal case,
I'm not completely whack,
I'm just a little grim sometimes-
Some days, my mind is black.