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Jan 2013
The thoughts were back..
They won again.
Is it my fault..
For caving in?

My skin is open,
The cut was deep.
It was promising..
So why do I weep?

The blood rushing out,
Started to bite.
A tingling sensation,
That would keep me up all night..

Will this be it?
It just isn't right.
*Will  I feel the sting,
more than once tonight?
Carlie Richardson
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Carlie Richardson  24/F/Georgia, USA
(24/F/Georgia, USA)   
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