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Jan 2011
I can't breathe,
I don't want to,
The thought of living,
Makes me feel sick,
I can't control,
The flow of tears,
I'm just screaming,
For air,
Or better yet,
Someone to hold,
While I collapse,
Into a mess of tears and blood,
On the cold, hard floor,
Tearing at the walls,
And ripping my heart to shreds
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.     14.01.2011
Isobel G
Written by
Isobel G  28/F/Australia
(28/F/Australia)   
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