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I can feel the blood in my veins.
Like cold steel. It rushes. But no pain.
Only discomfort in my quiet disdain.
And that trembling little voice sounds
so desperate, he might as well be praying.
So as the shaking erupts violently,
my chest caves as I scream silently.
The world sinks, it seems finally.
Just like they told us it would:
it all ends, in ways unwieldy.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC