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Morné Jul 2016
Its the morning
Empty skies
Puffy eyes
Clouded thoughts
Hungry...

My heart is hungry for affection
My soul is needy for its food
My body is craving compassion...

JesusChrist can someone just feed me!!

Alone...
I cant stomach this
I cant stomach my own ******* heartbeat thats ripping and pulsating through my ******* core...
My chest echoes as it cries for help

Just for some love...
It's messy... As I said, clouded....

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