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Jun 2020
like pieces of
broken glass

minds are
sharp

they cut your
insides

and shred
your skin

you bleed and
you cry

shedding
liquid

staining
material

things

meaning is
a solid and

a liquid

when I
spent too

much time
alone

with my
thoughts

they called
it suicide
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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