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Feb 2019
when the devil comes out,
you slice me open
your breathing gets loud,
my body gets broken
you climb in my bed,
I'm too scared to scream
your evil eyes tell me,
"do not make a scene"
your hands on my body,
my lungs hold in a breath
every night I live through,
this torturous death.
-summer 2014
Ireland Grace Smith
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Ireland Grace Smith  18/F/alabama
(18/F/alabama)   
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