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Aug 2013
If I could only express
how fiercely and viscerally
I long to be loved —
Oh, but I have
and it ended badly
and I still have the scars on my
wrists and ribs.
Loneliness is a
cruel and cutting thing.
And I only wish
that I had not
sharpened the blade myself.
Deborah Lin
Written by
Deborah Lin  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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   Timothy and Robert C Howard
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