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May 2013
She heads home
        and without a word
she heads to the
           bathroom.
She’s tired of being alive,
     of breathing,
of fighting.
       But no-one knows.
                She misses the feeling,
        that made her
                                   pain
                                          disappear.
          Even if it was just for a while,
                  it was that time
that she didn't have to spend,
          fighting.
palekiss
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   Sir B, rj, karin naude and chantelle
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