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Nov 2014
don't tell me this is love
because all i ever am is dead
don't tell me this is perfect
when i can barely breathe

i'm sick
but that's no surprise
i have no safety
from crippling disease

i stand outside to see if i get cold
to see if the wind hurts my bones
sitting in the snow
plucking petals
asking if he loves me
ughhhhhhhhhhhh
Liz
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