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Jun 2014
two
i'm shaking
(please make this stop)
i feel sick
(God, it hurts)
down to my bones
(i feel it seeping in)
flowing in my veins
(****, it burns)
i don't want this again
(please take it away)
make it stop
(cut it out cut it out take it)
take this away
(make it stop)
God, please
(it hurts so bad)
cutitoutcutitoutcutitout
(cut it out)
put it back
*(please love me)
in a series of poems about heartache
bee
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