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Jul 15
I'm walking towards
a thin red line.
The only thing
slowing me down
is there's
nowhere
to
hide.
All of the pain's on the surface.
Nothing to drown it out now.
I try to pull strands
to hold it together
they unravel from use
in my hands

broken legs
cannot stand

empty hearts
cannot pretend.
Pink Taylor
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   Nick Moore
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