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Oct 2016
Shedding skin and
I've been picking
Scabs again.
I'm down
Digging through
My old muscles
Looking for a clue.

I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic confused
And insecure delusions.

I choose to live and to Grow,
take and give and to
Cry, **** and die and to
Be paranoid and to
And hate and fear people who are near to me.

Isolation is the key to suicide.
Written by
Eloi  20/F/London
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