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Nov 2015
I wish I could break
I wish I could let myself
Fall to pieces
And shatter

But pride
Is a stubborn thing
And it drags me along
Holding the shards together
Convincing each one
That it matters

And that dulling the edges
Against each other
Is worth it
Until I’ve finally become
Numb
To mindless chatter

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*Sometimes I feel like the Mad Hatter.
Ellie Wolf
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Ellie Wolf  21/Leeds
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