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Oct 2014
I taste bile when you grate my name out
Please please for ***** sake leave me alone
I'm not shaking cuz of the weather, my body is trying to take flight, fight isn't an option
Your breath smells like dusty years  and sucker punches
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
I'd cut myself but you already covered me in indifferent scars
I wish you hit me harder when I was small, because old bruises protect you from new ones
I'd say you let me down but you dropped me when my voice cracked, and anyone can hold up a baby
Jake Meizell
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Jake Meizell  Newark
(Newark)   
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