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Oct 2016
My emotions are numb my heart is cold.
I open my beers never spilling my tears.
Blood pours from my wrist drip by drip.
Am I broken?
No!
My eyes are open.
Nathan Wischropp
Written by
Nathan Wischropp  Springfield
(Springfield)   
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