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Oct 2013
i'm sick of shaky hands
and hearing things
screaming at me
inside of my head,
i go to bed at night
and lose you,
then in the morning when
i wake and reach for the empty
space across the sheets,
i lose you again
please don't
go,
i need you to save me
from my demons
that attack me
at 3 am
in the morning
-b.m
Brooke
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Brooke  california
(california)   
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