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Aug 17
theyre mad again and its my fault

tension
dr
      i
         ps
down the hall
as i
try
to hide myself
away from people
who send
the sharpest daggers through my soul
shattering me
without even trying
im trying, i hope they know
even though its hard
to keep my head up
when i want to bury it
far away
where they will never
ever
reach it
but
if i think about it reasonably
its my fault
and im sorry
anonymous
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anonymous  111/F/location: in your walls
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