Jun 2013
Beneath my throat
I try and undo my wounds
The beliefs that slipped away
Eating minutes
Nailed to a tree
Desperate and lonely
Who will I be ?
I try and undo my wounds
The beliefs that slipped away
Eating minutes
Nailed to a tree
Desperate and lonely
Who will I be ?
(45/F/Michigan)
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