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Ripped Open
Ripped open raw tiny shards of glass infiltrate my chest and I can't stop looking down. The blood pours poorly It is slow and it is painful and I don't want to hear your voice again because it reminds me that I can never be right in your eyes. What does it mean to you? You chose to block my words because you can't handle the truth
Sarah Fader