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Aug 2014
**** hickies on top of old bruises so the aches don't fade away
curl up beneath tear soaked sheets and sleep for the whole day
this is the pain that does not heal
these are the wounds that always stay
paint over the street signs and burn all the maps you'll find your own ******* way
abby
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