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Jun 2017
i am collateral damage. and i think at some point everyone feels it, caught between the crossfire. your house is no longer protected by two parents, but just by one. your friend group no longer consists of a few, because now it's just you. and maybe it always had been, you just didn't realize until the bombs went off in your chest. and when i carved out "sos"  in my wrist i realized that help doesn't always come in time. you see i got caught in the crossfire and i think i only got hit twelve times i can't be sure though. i can't exactly feel a thing anymore; i used to recognize you. i used to be able to come home, but someone shot through the windows so i moved. some people can regognize a home by the way it looks. i think i found you. but how many circles does it take before i give up looking? how long does it take before i'm lost for good?
Chloe Christian
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Chloe Christian  20/F/Texas
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