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Apr 2015
Freeze* the pain
Let it sear its icy brand
into a corner of your mind
Throw it into the box
that holds all your broken parts
The ones no one wants to fix
Stains on your soul
You open the box just to reminisce.
To confirm the diagnosis
That you are broken in many ways
Irreparable without external help
But
How can they fix anything
*The box is shut.
i like boxes as a way of emotional control
Yasha Harkness
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Yasha Harkness  21/Non-binary/New Delhi
(21/Non-binary/New Delhi)   
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