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Apr 2013
but what exactly is she inhaling?
The scars on her heart,
the dread of tomorrow,
the knowledge that
she's nothing?

It wouldn't even matter if it was
love and fairy dust
complete with colored sugar;
she just knows she'd rather
not even breathe at all.
Haley Rezac
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Haley Rezac
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   ---, Tom McCone and Timothy
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