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Sep 2014
A string within my spine has been cut. I lie paralyzed with grief. My shortness of breath is the only thing that is real. I cannot breathe. My lips are dry with thirst. Tears have cut a path into my skin, the only truth that remains. A dreadful madness has stolen my soul. My fibers are writhing as I curl at your feet. I’ve awakened to loneliness. Loneliness so deep and strong I am drowning beneath it. I cry out, sure that death is here to finally be merciful.
Anna
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Anna  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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     ---, -a and Erenn
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