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Jan 2016
they tell me
i saved a life
once

it felt like surgery
self-inflicted

the incision widened
day-by-day

my reluctant hand
reached in

i cut my heart out
to save a soul

and here i sit

grieving

all the pretty

lives lost
Emily B
Written by
Emily B  45/F/Kentucky
(45/F/Kentucky)   
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