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Feb 2015
Torment, guilt, and regret.
These are the fruits of today.
These poisonous fruits,
grow on every tree in my garden.
Aching inside, they laugh at me,
taunt me

These three feelings combined,
wrapped in silk,
ruin my love,
my life
my dreams
BPD is a killer
Written by
Pokkuri  Somewhere
   --- and JWolfeB
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