They Burst

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By ♥ Leah ☺

I smile as my wrists burst with desperation, I touch my forehead with my palm, My brow is beaded with perspiration. I long to find out where it all went wrong, When did happiness become the impossible thing? This is no longer where I belong. I think of the happiness I will have, When I am on the other side. When I finally get outside of deaths iron doors, True happiness is what I will find.

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