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Jul 2015
My head aches
the smashing of
a hammer
pounding in
the nail.
The pain of plucking
every hair from
my body,
and scratching
my skin 'til
tiny red spots appear
they
decide
when
to
clear.
All this and
no relief
from
the
hurting
that's
inside.
so,
I'll
continue
too
bear
every
bit
­of
this
suffering.
Emily L
Written by
Emily L  Cassiopeia
(Cassiopeia)   
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