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Nov 2013
i'm so sick.
tainted by this disease
that has crawled its way
through my chest
and now defines me.

it's all i am.
all i do.
it's my thoughts, my words
my touch.

i need help
and i cried out
but they paid no mind to me.
they watched me drown
and pulled me down
farther into depth.
Anna
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