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Oct 2017
I claw the skin off my hands
Leaving just blood, bone, and flesh.
Panic starts to rise, tears start falling
My cries soft and my bones rattle
Pick me apart take the darkness out
Paint me in yellow and drink away my sadness.
I feel so sad and depersonalized
Elyciren
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