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Mar 2019
I kept reaching further
Further down and deeper
Into my soul
Scratching
For bits of gold
Scratching from inside
Hacking off small pieces of life
Excavate cravingly
Hungry for a piece of myself that meant something
A piece that was worth something
So I could exchange it for forbidden pleasures
Scratch and scrape everyday
Wounding and eating like a pig, any day
Rainy or foggy
Blue or yellow
I scratched and degraded
Until nothing remained
but a shadow
An empty husk
that was once I
Remains
Remnants of myself
Over
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Over  20/M/Iran
(20/M/Iran)   
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     Crazy Diamond Kristy
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