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Dec 2014
my thoughts have become wasps and my brain is a nest
and the angry red jagged lines keep weeping from my thighs,
and all i have to say is,
sorry.
sorry.
sorry.
because i cant change,
and i cant stop my hands from trembling;
and the dark rings under my eyes are big enough to swallow me whole
and i wish they would to save meβ€”
because
i
cannot
save
myself.
sorry.
oh me oh my
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oh me oh my
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