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May 2014
Hold me while i yank at this sorry thing i called a body
I will tear the flesh from muscle
And scream until he hears me.

He hurt me and used me and left me to bleed.

So now how do you like it that i'm bleeding from my arms and from my throat?
Now that everything is gone, will you still say you loved me most?

Let me go let me scream
Until the emptiness draws me in
Weightless but heavy like a black hole
Written by
Clara Oswin  USA
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