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Feb 2017
The stain of salty tears
on the underside of my pillow,
and trust issues.
Because nothing and no one is true,
or real.
And all that's left in me is the
pain in my chest
as my heart wrenches,
since the memories are tainted.
All I feel now is disdain.
You left anger in my heart and soul.
Shivers and a Hollow Feeling.
even my words are bitter
Isabelle Christianson
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