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Aug 2015
I wanted to write down exactly what I felt – to be split open.
But somehow I couldn't be open.
I couldn't cut myself and let myself bleed.
I couldn't remind myself how to cry.
All I had was a blank sheet and a blank mind, to match my blank eyes.
Priscilla K
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Priscilla K  NC
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