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Jul 2019
It's funny how the bad things last
I could spend a year
Sitting in my veins
Pleading to any god
And everything would be the same
So seventh months later
How different am I?
Is my mind finally healed?
Are the scars finally fading?
Or am I destined
To be
Forever and always
Broken
I wish there was a god sometimes.
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
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