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My body is a crime scene from a case that’s never been open because it’s a hell to relive the agony while allowing the truth to seep from between my shaking lips and chattering teeth to a group of ears that will accuse me of lying in my most vulnerable form.
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
The outskirts of my truth.
My body is a crime scene from a case that’s never been open because it’s a hell to relive the agony while allowing the truth to seep from between my shaking lips and chattering teeth to a group of ears that will accuse me of lying in my most vulnerable form.
A run-on sentence for my run-on trauma.
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
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