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Dec 2015
There is nothing everywhere.
Nothing is in the space between somethings.
I stare at nothing.
After pushing feelings down deeper than I have before.
I welcome nothing.
I become nothing.
I am nothing.
So I may as well **** myself.
Christina Cox
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Christina Cox  Utah
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