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May 2018
there is guilt among these bones in my chest
there is pain threaded through my veins
i wish to tear it away from myself
still it clings
wretched fool that it is

there is loathing in the depth of my core
there is regret flowing through my blood
i wish to depart from such depravity
still it clings
wretched fool that i am
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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