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Jul 2013
the monster is back
and he's better than ever
he wraps his fingers around my throat as i try to fall asleep
i cant escape his grasp; i scream for help
no one comes to save me
but that's life
and i'm going to have to save myself
which is seemingly impossible, at this point.
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julia  new york
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