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Jul 2015
as i chop  chop  away
he stares at me with disgrace.
he says it's bad for me.
im at the point i dont care.
i dont care.
i  love it.
it soothes the pain.
makes me feel sane
when im actually insane.
it's my life.
the only thing i can hold onto
brooke myers
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brooke myers  california
(california)   
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