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Nov 2012
I don't exist anymore.
Too suicidal to function,
I sleepwalk 'round this world.
I stare at walls
stare at my dead eyes
in the mirror.
Awakened only at night
when my blade can breathe
some air into me.
I can't talk anymore.
I can't laugh anymore.
And, what's worse, nobody
seems to miss me.
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   Nicole Fox, --- and ---
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