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Mar 2011
Your smokey breath upon my face,
you shouted your casual cruelties,
humiliated me in places deep inside.

Look through me now,
for I am no longer here.
I ran long ago.

Don't try and find me,
I am lost within my walls,
I fall every second,

I'm not much of a blamer,
but this was not my fault,
you pushed me to the edge.

And I fell.
Portland Grace
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Portland Grace  23/F
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