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Jul 2014
my chest hurts,

my palms burn.

my fingertips are numb from so many pointless explanations,
things just never get through to you.

i want to suffocate myself
in your chest

but she's already there,

my place is taken.

please,
stop mocking me.
unstable
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   Gaby Comprés, the Sandman, K and ---
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