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Jul 2014
unraveling unintentionally,

loosely,

the ghosts that live inside of me are pulling at my hair constantly.

unraveling,

trying to get myself together.

unintentionally,

in a frenzy,

peeling the skin from my fingers until they bleed.

with your hands around my throat.
Fake Knees
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Fake Knees
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