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Oct 2018
Sometimes I feel as if I'm
drinking the blood of the innocent.
Taking their pleasures,
vicariously,
and hoarding them within my blackened heart.
Do I steal my happiness from those who truly deserve it?
Elizabeth Brown
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Elizabeth Brown  28/F/Texas, of all places
(28/F/Texas, of all places)   
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