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Nov 2014
I look down at my ragged side
Not for a moment do I regret
What I did last night

I burned with hope
I burned with fear
I bled for both the same
Shedding more and more tears

Somehow I feel real now
Real enough to disappear
Fade into the background
A shadow no longer there
Lying to myself to cope with my ****.
Curing pain with pain.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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