#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float,
But the letters sometimes misbehave.
They remind me of something I shouldn't.
They make me visit where I shouldn't.
Making me miserable,
They continue to hurt me and harm me
They make me scream,
and scratch the walls in rage,
and leave me alone in a grey cell.
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