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Mar 2014
So here I am.
I swore tonight I was going to die;
the movies are over,
there's nothing left to show,
nothing left to teach.
I have no purpose.
Numbness cascades over me,
the cat scratches
stovetop burns
and splinters
are nothing more than peripheral sensations.
So why am I still
hesitant?
Abby
Written by
Abby  America
(America)   
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   Theia Gwen
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