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May 2013
I'm breathing.
I'm breathing
In
And out.
Slowly.
Smells like mint,
Probably from my toothpaste.

I look at the water that flows,
Not water?
It's thicker.
It's darker.
It's redder.
It's blood.

I didn't cut though,
What happened?
Well,
you see,
My heart was ripped from my
Chest and was
Left out to bleed.

*again.
*sigh*
I'm so tired.
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