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Sep 2011
Without you,
I've grown weak,
They don't see,
They don't understand,
how unbearable life is without you,
without the one I love,
The one that kept me safe,
And kissed me in the rain,
the one who hugged me to make me scream,
you kept the pin away,
without you the pin,
and the cat like scratches,
they turned into a blade,
and deeper cuts,
blood ridden ones,
They didn't stop me,
They watched,
Watch as I wanted my life to end,
I prayed for it,
Death,
But it never came,
then out of my weakness came hope,
I hopped I could see you again,
and slowly the urges fade,
But still evil lurks,
it roams my mind,
But still I believe it's slowly dying,
I believe happiness,
May be coming back to me,
Maybe,
Just maybe,
I hope.
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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