pains shoot through me.
my heart being ripped
shredded and torn.
my stomache growling,
for something to make it whole.
my knees weak,
from certain exposures.
my brain stopped
melted and unfurled.
something to numb me,
something to love me,
something to make me feel whole
well, and normal again.
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always sad poetry, right?
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