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Jul 2012
The aching
use to feel
like a million
knives in my chest
It left me in such
Agony and pain
My eyes the color of blood
Because the tears never stopped
My scars that became
Fresh wounds
I was filled
With such emptiness
So much worthlessness
It seemed I'd never
Stop this feeling
Even when
I thought it faded
It grew back
And it hurt much
**Worse
Victoria Jennings
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Victoria Jennings  26/F/Rhode Island
(26/F/Rhode Island)   
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