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Apr 2013
the words are allpilingupagain
I andi'm not sure he understands
how much talking saved me from
myself but he stopped and now the
words are everywhere, in my chest
and in my hair anddrainingfrom
my fingertips, with no where else
to go and they never leave through
tears, the thing that leaves the most
(c) Brooke Otto
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