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Aug 2014
frustration,
anger,
nothing,
every emotion,
numb.
the thought that your heart
no longer deserves to beat.

you try to rip it
out of your chest,
the blood pools
at your feet.
feels warm,
running down
your skin,
the first real thing
you've felt in weeks.

stroke your own skin,
hug yourself,
pretend it's someone else.

cry.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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