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Jan 2015
Noose**
They add weight to this necklace,
they add to the strain.
Though they may not understand the weight of their words.
Either way I'm lost for the wave of breath that should pulsate through my veins,
and keep me conscious enough to fix the damage I've caused,
I've tried,
I have,
I'm powerless to the pain.
Chapter Five by Lottie
Elvie Libby
Written by
Elvie Libby  in my shell
(in my shell)   
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