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night
i stirwrangled in the bed sheetssweat caked like sweet teacakesheart poundingi turnbut you're not there.i breathe a racing breathlooking for youbut you're not therei ask myselfif sanity will ever retu
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The Words on my Skin
Stupid . The black felt tip marker rubs the letters against my skin. I imagine the letters, sinking into my skin, traveling to my brain. Imprinted forever on me. Hell, ...