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Dec 2014
each morning I wake, smothered by a blanket of guilt
can't exhale, can't speak
it consumes every vein,
carried in my blood to my heart, like poison
then I close my eyes and hope it was all a bad dream
Jasmine Waterhouse
Written by
Jasmine Waterhouse  England
(England)   
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