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Biting Bullets

It crushes,
shatters,
tearing me
Into a million broken fragments
of the one
I used to be.
The pain that pulls me down
into the place
where
I never find the way out.
Blood,
sweat,
too many tears
Just hang in there,
Hang on.





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