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TreyOctober Feb 2018
I can no longer find peace
Not only in the world
But within myself
As it slowly moves across my skin
My worries wear thin
Each incision giving me an amazing feel
Setting free everything I pretended was not real
A deep cut sews my restless mind shut
Letting go of this pressure in my gut
My heart hurts
I am so weak
Before being institutionalized in 2013.
Getting help works.

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