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Jan 2018
there's a hole in my left arm
it's not big
you wouldn't notice it if i hadn't told you
but trust me
it gnaws
boring darkness through my veins
rooting itself within my shell
it smells a little
rotten eggs
growing
permeating the air all around
i try to sleep it off
starve it away
carve it out

nothing helps

it will consume me
annie
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annie  20/F/lavender skies
(20/F/lavender skies)   
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