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Oct 2019
thinking back to my days
of endless waiting—
time was a straight line
with jagged edges,
sharp and slender crowding images
made my head go
                  in my hands
and my arm reach over
     the bathroom cupboard.

blood peeking out cautiously
in a fragile line trapped on my skin.
looking down
           at what i had done
truly stung like the blur surrounding me.
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sophie
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sophie  18/F/half a raspberry
(18/F/half a raspberry)   
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     Mateuš Conrad and Harley Hucof
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