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Mar 2015
The distance between             meals have become
l   o  n  g  e  r
The thoughts of running blades across my skin are getting
stronger
The bruises on my body have stopped being accidents
The grip I had on happiness is s
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Alexis Rose
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Alexis Rose  Some preposition; bed
(Some preposition; bed)   
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