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Aug 2018
All these scenes so extreme with no peace in between will soon bring me to means of escape. Like me sleeping for weeks or just leaving completely believe me its things I would hate......
And still recently reaching for dreams that are shrinking so easily seems like a waste. So increasingly pieces bleed feeding indecency keeping me thinking its fate. Til whats weak in me leaking free streaks down my cheeks in streams screaming I plead to be saved......
Then appeasing my demons with deep cuts and lesions I'm seeing no reasons to stay....
Murphy
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Murphy  32/M/Louisville, Ky
(32/M/Louisville, Ky)   
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