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 Jul 2015 Sara Jones
Inner Child
Your love is like a cigarette,
The more i take in,
The faster it kills me.
My body refuses to die
So many time I've tried
The blood just refused to run dry
I've decided I'm imortal
At least to myself
I refuse to take antidepressants
I refuse to be who I'm not
I'm not a happy person who wants nothing but joy
I am a person of selfhate
That's just me and I'm not going to be a fake
 Jul 2015 Sara Jones
moan
exchanges
 Jul 2015 Sara Jones
moan
sometimes.

i bury myself
in a deep dark hole.

i make noises.
i make anger.

exchange.

to the other soul
inside of me.
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