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Apr 2014
I feel like an aftermath
of a hurricane
That came thundering in from
the corner between your
Heart and my hand
And I don't remember
ever seeing the blood trickle
Down from between the spaces
of pale, pale fingers
Maybe the rain washed
it all away
And the wind tore my
Screams from my throat
Before you heard me

Or maybe you were
Just simply gone.
don't ever send me a ******* suicide message again.
Sarah
Written by
Sarah  Karakura Town, Japan
(Karakura Town, Japan)   
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   AnnaMarie Jenema
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