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they are disgusted by my blood
yet they yearn to see me bleed
they listen to my screams
and watch as im torn by the seams
i lie awake in bed
thoughts slicing through my head
less than
more than
i am no more than
a silly naiive little girl
trapped in this body
on display to the world.
a basket case
lost in haze
im really tired of people not knowing whether to hurt me or pick me up.
im drowning in a sea of emotions i dont really feel
is any of this real
The Blue Bottles
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The Blue Bottles  14/Other/The void behind Oklahoma
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