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Apr 2018
I think there's a point
a line you cross
when your despair becomes normal
and no longer brings tears

and the room becomes empty
and the sounds take over

and your body’s just... there
a pile of Flesh and Bones
like it was thrown together
not pieced together

and the room becomes empty
and the sounds take over
Bella
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Bella  19/F/USA
(19/F/USA)   
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