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Sep 2013
In some moments, parts of me are dead
the parts that feel love and lust
the parts that drive me, that make me want to succeed,
that make me give a ****.
In some moments,
all of those wonderful parts of me disappear
and I am left with the part of me that wants to stare at a blank wall until my own blood covers it up.
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