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Dec 2018
If I was deaf I would think I was screaming
The emptiness eats away at me
Skin like ripped Jeans
Heart of glass
mind of stone
They cut me open just to watch me bleed
I'm waving through a window
I try to scream but nobody can hear me
Banging on the glass with bloodied knuckles
My hands are raw
Blood dripping down a marble wall
Just a bunch of lines I strung together. I like how scattered it feels.
Written by
Hailey johansen
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