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Jan 2018
I continue to catch myself walking in my sleep
As if there’s a cold dark void for my body to rest in
Any place to be away from your vile touch and sound
You spoke words that made my skin feel like I no longer wanted it to belong to me
Written by
Natalie Koehler
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   Glassmuncher
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