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Aug 2014
The Raindrops
The
Rain
Drops
Off
Of
Me.
Down my blue fingertips.
Down my cheeks.
Down my ****** arms.
But
Why
Do
The ones
Running
Down
My
Cheeks
Taste
Like
Salt?
#depression #anxiety #crying #cutter
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Crysanthemum  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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