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Aug 2016
I can't do this anymore
live with the gore
of my body being torn
like its the norm
my eyes are burning
my stomach is churning
I've given myself away
to everyone, every day
look inside
there's nothing to hide
in fact, there's nothing at all
no I didn't fall
you pushed me
I clung tightly
here I go, without a show
tumbling softly with no flow
Written by
Rhianna Powell
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