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May 2015
With a rotting heart and aching lungs I plea to God
I've been fighting for so long, my toes are sore
My ribs are protruding against my paper walls
And the only marks on my milky skin are sun spots
Blood shot eyes stinging to stay open
Begging to flood
But they have no reason
Ninny's Narnia
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Ninny's Narnia
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