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Sep 2013
my stomach is empty
like a cave
i do not want to write
my fingers get sweaty from grabbing at things
that aren't really there
it's easier to be something i'm not
and it's easier to hurt myself and lose myself in dark
rooms with yellow lighting
i am moldy
soft
wet
sorry
chels
Written by
chels  Raleigh, NC
(Raleigh, NC)   
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