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May 2019
same throbbing pain
for three **** days
like you magic bulleted my brain
and then poured it out my face
scrunched up to here
imaginary blood flowing out my ears
no one can see what they don't want to hear
every sound is like a spear
through my skull and through the skin
i can make it through again
it is almost too intense
but i'll have to make it through for them
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
(22/F/i'm not really sure)   
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