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Dec 2014
This mess, in steps we break the pace
Afraid to face our own mistakes
I've given enough
I have more to take
Your words circle my brain stem
Electrocute whatever's left
I'm a mission with plans of regret
Affect the grip you tightened with
Sorry for the sinking ship
I've grown accustomed to
Heartbreak.
I've learned to swallow
*******.
The only thing I haven't done
Is truly escaped...
Kyla Mae Pliskie
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Kyla Mae Pliskie  27/F/Wisconsin
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