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Feb 2022
The hollow and empty
"I love you's"
are poison,
are killing me
slowly.
Burning my empathy
and hope
to the ground
behind my eyes
without a sound
just ashes and ice
in my soul.
if I dont numb my chest soon, Imma bleed out this broken heart.
Dysthymia will be the death of me.
Owen
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Owen  27/M/Ft. Campbell TN
(27/M/Ft. Campbell TN)   
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