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Sep 2017
I can understand her pain, though I pretend I cannot.
We are the same, terrified by what we crave,
Emboldened by what we can inflict upon ourselves.

I can imagine her, the tears she cannot fathom,
And the pen that explodes into life as she writes
Her own trauma, dreams herself a dance with death,
Kisses that bloodied fist as it bursts her brightened lips.
Written by
Katie Leigh Walsh  20/F/Dublin
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