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Jul 2013
aching to run away from the crumbling mess I call home
I stumble into my thoughts and concerns
I writhe in pain and regret at moments lost while on this journey of emotions
get me out of here
get me out of here
too cautious of the feelings of those around me
I'd rather rip my flesh apart and **** the marrow from my broken bones
than sit another minute in this decrepit excuse for my abode
I will not wait
Emma Azura
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