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May 2013
Laugh, why don't you?
At my weakest of times
Rush to my side and kick me.
At times of loneliness
Take advantage of what I hold dear.
It is in the mind
But it is more evil and sickening than any crime.
You violate my essence
I do feel it physically.
I gag as you invade my privacy.
I burn as you enter my once believed to be own mind.
I cry
I cry.
You believe it to be only in the mind?
You're wrong.
Alice Burns
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Alice Burns  Sweden
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