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Falling Apart

September 10, 2014
By Anonymous

Pieces of me are all over the floor.

Bloodstained wood isn't the decor my mom wanted for our home.

Each night my pillow collects the tears,

they fall so greatly an ocean appears.

The storm in my mind is a raging hurricane. 

There's no shelter, no sanity, no safety.

I'm alone in my fight with the demons under my skin. 



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