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Feb 2013
This heart left unbeating
Soul slowly depleting
The skies blood red
I feel like I am dead
Just walking among these streets
As every night my tears stain my sheets
This hole in my heart
Strip by strip I fall apart
Alone I was always alone
With my mother is my home
A title makes you nothing to me
Just people living free
Swirling now inside my head
You were better off dead
Atleast then I wouldn't feel so hurt
So hello, now goodbye
There's the door
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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