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Feb 2015
Crying,
wishing there was someone, anyone to talk to.
Weeping,
wondering how she will get through the days.
Sobbing,
alone at night
getting lost inside her own mind.
Thoughts of razor blades and bleeding skin
penetrating her every thought.
Wondering,
what would people really do if they knew her thoughts
Would they think her crazy?
Would they know this wasn't really an act?
Haunted by the ghost
She sees every night.
How could she say
"I see him still"
When she told them she was over him
but really--
She still loved him.
Written by
Kylie Krasiejko
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