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Nov 2010
breakdown, we crumble
despite self-spite
dub myself a realist?
how dare i

shaking, jerking
back and fourth
as a squeaky rocking chair,
gasping for breath
the ****** of the
uninterrupted downfall.
Written by
Meghan McDonald
1.2k
   Neurotica
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