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Jun 2013
Grey paved road stretches out beneath me,
I know that I've been walking, but have I even moved?
I walk past street signs, only they are blank.
Still I keep moving, thats what I should do right?
I hear my parents voices, hissing like snakes in my head
Spinning and swirling voices
Cursing the stupid girl, a fool for temptations.
I walk here and feel nothing
walk back and feel nothing
nothing is the same.

Enough!
I scream
I tear at my flesh
watching it rip from my bones, satisfaction.
I rip up the scars
I rip out my eyes
I rip at my throat.
Now I will sit, a bag of ****** gaping wounds, in the middle of the road
and wait for someone else to decide
It was never my life anyways.
glaze
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