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Nov 2019
everything hurts,
like broken glass
cutting me up
into pieces
of sadness,
exhaustion
numbness
from the inside

maybe those pieces
are the leftovers
of what we could
have been,
now forever trapped
inside someone
who will relive,
question every moment
keep them sharp,
and keep hurting.
there's just a hole in my chest, and i'm starting to wonder if it will ever close.
uselace
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uselace  17/Genderqueer
(17/Genderqueer)   
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