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Jan 2017
I can see the sun
I can't feel it on my face
And my womb is cracking
Can't even keep it together on the outside
I'm not keeping it together on the outside.

Hopes and aspirations run dry
Sitting in the dark away from the light
Heads roll, fingers bleed, bodies slam
But nothing ever ******* changes.

You'd have to be alive
For blood to flow.
I'm cold.

Breaking shells
Alone in the light
Breaking shells
No end is in sight

I just want to go home.
Written by
Beckawecka  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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