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Aug 2015
I am letting my eyes bleed from my heart until there's none left for me to shed.

I am squeezing everything I feel until I am dried up so that I may become whole again.

*God, hold my heart tight enough so that pieces will stick back together again; and it may become whole again.
God help me
A Watoot
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