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Aug 2012
everything turned to nothing
summer simmered down
blood boiled up

I can scream into my pillow
the whole world will still listen
& pretend not to hear

I've become everything that
I feared

stupid
lazy
child-like


I built a house of hate
drop of a hat
insta-rage


coffee doesn't sharpen
wit
& liquor left me little
lip



lost hope for the one who
knew better

but never
quit
Jae Elle
Written by
Jae Elle  33/F/Kansas
(33/F/Kansas)   
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