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Jul 2010
Talk,
To me.
Tell Me,
the things you've kept locked up for weeks.
Please,
I beg of you to open up.
But,
As I type this you become more closed off.
I Feel,
believe it or not I do.
I bleed,
that too.
I won't,
Bleed for you though.
Not,
In that way.
I won't,
Ruin myself that way yet again.
I won't,
Betray my hard-won stability for a little relief.
ER Graves-Swinney
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ER Graves-Swinney
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   Natalie Bean
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