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When words become ablation And hands are merely frame, I stand in hesitation Avoiding vapid flame. With lack of motivation I stride with grueling step To kill sordid crustaceans Consuming my own head.

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mikayla-s-lewis

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mikayla-s-lewis

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Jul 18, 2016

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Tags: #love #sad #life #depressed #happy #relationship #thoughts #demons #mind #plague

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