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Apr 2014
Too much has
faded
and I can no longer
see.

A warmth tickles my skin
yet
I can't help but
shiver.

Have you noticed?

The thought of piercing my
skin
excites me
and
I'm realizing now.

I'm sick.

Too much has changed
why does so much
feel so
wrong.

I can see it now,
blood,
staining my skin,
ridges,
permanent.
Naomi Erin
Written by
Naomi Erin  Texas
(Texas)   
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