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Jul 2015
Writing, for me isn't often a happy affair.
For you see, there is a lot of darkness up there.

I do not want to equal the sum of my mistakes.
To step back from the edge. Do you realize how much strength that takes?

Your psyche breaks.
Into minute fragments and flakes.
One can cut themselves on these spiky shards.
So don't give me an inch, if you do I'll take far more than a yard.
(C) 2015
Waiting4TheStop
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Waiting4TheStop  29/Gender Fluid/United Kingdom
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