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May 2015
It's not my
Heart
that's broken
it's my
Soul
unwinding itself
into millions
of decaying pieces
seeping out of my skin like
broken glass
starving my lungs and
killing my mind
slowly burning my blood away
until I'm nothing
but a wilted shell of rotten flesh
and shattered bones
3-11-15
Mari
Written by
Mari
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