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Jul 2014
“Do it
Do it
Do it.”, the shadows say.
So bright
Yet eerie
Palms sweaty
Heart crashing
Leg shavers are my enemy
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Handmade vents of pain
Sweet Release
Clean up the mess
Memory lost
Go to bed.
“Wake up.
Wake up.”
Is it time to start again?
Wisp
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Wisp
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   Mary
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