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Aug 2015
At two in the morning,
everything looses meaning.
You haven't slept for days,
and maybe the lack of sleep,
helps take away from the sting
of the blade against your wrist.
You're covered in late night agonies,
that only turn into daytime lies.
I can't do this any longer
Shae Jean
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Shae Jean
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   Theresa M Rose
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