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Jul 2013
I feel dead,
Not dead, dead.
Just dead.
Emotionally,
Physically,
Mentally,
Dead.

It's been one month,
Three weeks,
Six days.
Or...
1,392 hours,
Where I haven't been alive.

It's like ****,
Like a cigarette,
Even alcohol.
There's a rush,
Then there's the numb feeling,
Then blood.

I miss it ******.
Kendra Hall
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