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Feb 2014
She clutches a knife
and softly
caresses her skin
shivering
as cold as metal
touches her
numbness
fills the room
diminishing reason
she craves release
her eyes are damp
tears licking her cheeks
sliding over the kiss of her lips
it could be over so soon
she could be free
if only she could cease hearing your voice
whispering
no, please don't leave me.
DontLoveMeImBroken
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DontLoveMeImBroken  WI
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