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Nov 2018
I wonder how many times
I can rip my heart out of my chest
Or heave it through my mouth
(I wonder which method hurts less?
Neither seem to make much sense)
To offer it to someone else
Before my heart strings snap one final time
And Iā€™m on my own, and dying.

Love yourself,
And Stop crying.
Makenzie Marie
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Makenzie Marie  23/F/Pocatello, Idaho
(23/F/Pocatello, Idaho)   
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