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Feb 2013
I feel nothing.
Punch me.
Scratch down my cheek.
Break some skin.
Make me bleed.
I don't feel a thing.
Bang my head against a wall.
Knock some sense into me.
Shake me.
Wake me up.
I am numb.
Trapped in the snow.
And no one is here to pull me out.
Deana Luna
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Deana Luna  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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   Weeping willow
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