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Nov 2016
There is no one crueler to me than me.
No one who makes me watch
all those horrors that break my heart.
I split the tip of my lip to let the words drip,
sliding down my chin like saliva;
Then drain the main wrist vein to paint my pain
on a cracked sidewalk that is already covered
in everyone elseโ€™s suffering.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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