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Jocie
Poems
Mar 2016
Sunday
Grip my throat
for as long as you can
Cut off the oxygen
These veins aren't the same
but nothing has changed
Cut through my skin with your nails like blades
My flesh is useless
Tear out my throat
I won't speak if I stand for nothing
Those words you preach hold me back from being human,
you make me feel...
Useless
Written by
Jocie
19/California
(19/California)
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