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Jul 2018
A sharp blade cutting into my back
running down slowly and deliberately
blood drips down my body.
Pooling up on the floor, and stinging with pain.
You're trying to make me open up.
Using a knife made of my insecurities.
Ya know...
I'd rather be bleeding out than have given you the satisfaction of "helping me".
You are one of my biggest pains,
and If you think I'll ever talk to you after this...
you'd have to be out of your ******* mind.
Ya know...
I'd rather be eaten by my insecurities than have you know them.
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  18/F/Getting There
(18/F/Getting There)   
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