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Tuesday, 29 April 2014

help

i am the scream
hollow
in the back of my throat
white within
the corners of my brain
bruised along the lines
of my bones
snapped
against my tendons
the length of my gullet
the stretch of my lungs
and the sensation

that i no longer know who i am
Posted by shvaugncraig at 4/29/2014 02:02:00 pm
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Labels: but i can't ask you to fix me, help, i don't want to feel this way, i want to go back in time, tired of breaking down

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