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Nov 2014
Last night,
I cried my eyes out
this morning they were hurting
I drew a line on my wrist
it was red
just like my eyes
I cried myself to sleep
and when my alarm sounded
6.45 this morning
I was reminded
that I’m stuck in an evil circle
6.45 everyday
I’m reminded
that I’m stuck

*(s.m)
Written by
SMN  20/F/Aarhus, Denmark
(20/F/Aarhus, Denmark)   
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