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Jan 2011
I know this hurt,
I’ve been hurt before.
My eyes are still stinging;
My body is sore.

I know this hurt,
My stomach in knots.
My whole body’s shaking,
Alone with my thoughts.

I know this hurt,
I know I’m not fine.
But something feels wrong.
What’s different this time?
Written by
Jenna Zito
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