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Jan 2015
I love the way it hurts,
and I hate the way it heals.
For when the wounds do heal
a scar is always left behind.
If I'm going to continue to get sicker and sicker I want to die already. At least in death I would not be in this pain.
Danielle Barlow
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Danielle Barlow
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