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Dec 2014
what am i supposed to do

                 when the people
                 who picked me up

        taped me back together

        shattered and ripped me

walked away
   and never
     turned back

      ~           ~           ~

*cut open
i bleed water
rusty and brown
in myself*
i've started to drown
Put away your scissors, I'm not sure who of us will hurt me more, but I'd rather it be me.
- - -
I can't control anything.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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