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Sep 2018
I don't much like the darkness.
It brings out the worst in people
Because they think the world can't see.
I'm past my breaking point.
My nightmares make it hard to sleep.
My stomach hurts when I try to eat.
I'm not sick, no, it's much worse.
I've literally lost my mind.
Trying to place the pieces
Of what's left of my broken heart
Back into the slots they go,
But it's impossible.
I'm to far gone.
Brianna
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Brianna  21/F
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