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Aug 2014
I have to write
write
or I will fall
take the blade
it will fall into my skin
I wish to slice my chest
rip out my heart
what has it done!
what good
I wish the curb was a cliff
so I could gracefully step off
and fly
my hair whirling around my face
eyes closed
then the end
I wish my cigarette was a poison
I could inhale
exhale toxic lies
be still
be finished
I have to write
write
8/31/14
Tana Marie B
Written by
Tana Marie B
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