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rory-elmswood
rory-elmswood
the lonely are alone with the lonely
i tried to tell my sadness to my friend once they laughed it off as if it were merely a scrape that could be healed with a bright colored Band-Aid and time i thought about telling how it really was tell how the scrape traveled into my bloodstream into my liver kidneys brain heart and slowly my sadness began to pump through me until it became me like a bear burring in its den for the winter only my winter shows no signs of passing
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
the truth