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Aug 17

Ok before,

Better with.

But I don't know that I'll ever be Ok after...

So much put into such a temporary thing.

And now I'm left to think about what was,

And to fail repeatedly at trying to heal

I don't think I will ever be Ok... again.
Written by
Petrie  18/M/New Jersey
(18/M/New Jersey)   
     BR Dragos and Persephone
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