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Aug 2013
"Everything is funny
when you realize nothing
actually matters at all.”

So I’ll laugh as I
plunge my fingers
down my throat,

cut my veins open;
bleed myself dry,

a hollowed out
tree is the closest
I’ve ever been to

happy

and if nothing matters,
do I have any reason
to wish for better days?

- S.G.
Stella Gamber
Written by
Stella Gamber  Greensburg, PA
(Greensburg, PA)   
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