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Sep 2017
Crying for the first time in months is like running your hands in hot water, right after from being in the cold all day. It stings, pins and needles. Like how my own heartache isn't enough. While they sit there drunk with friends, and I'm here alone. A empty house full of ruins. And my lungs hurt from shouting louder than a hurricane.
Elyciren
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