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Dec 2014
It was one of those days
when the silence made her feel
the troubled world was too much
for her pained heart.
Her blood released, tears bleeding to a pool.
The carpet vampire ***** its life.
She digs her nails sharply into her hand.
Too late. A breath to find
Unconscious numbness.
It was one of those days.
Cortney
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Cortney  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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   Haydn Swan
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