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Feb 2015
i love and hate my body,
because even when i am dying inside,
my lungs are inhaling and exhaling air,
oxygenating my brain,
making blood flow,
causing my heart to beat,
even when im wishing it to stop.
effaced
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effaced  purgatory
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