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Jun 2017
Sat in silence,
A minute passes,
An hour.

Silence overwhelms me,
Like a blanket,
Suffocating me.

Hand shaking,
Ink stains blotting
A once Perfect sheet of paper.

Scarlet dripping on the floor,
As my breathing becomes shallow


Until there's nothing left of me
But the empty shell,
Of what I once was
Written by
Blue  16/M
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