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Feb 2016
im digging a grave into myself and resting in it
im hollowing out myself in order to feel alive
i let my insides spill out through my mouth
i will do anything to not feel numb
i struggle to feel alive
i am a walking zombie
bags under my eyes, an expressionless look on my face
for i am dead
atticus
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atticus  22/Transgender Male/virginia
(22/Transgender Male/virginia)   
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