Gone

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By emily

On your shoulders, In your stomach. Weighing you down, cutting you up. Inside you pounding, pushing to get out. Pulling, twisting, destroying. In your head, through your fingers. Lingering in your brain, digging into your hands. Clouding your vision, Puncturing until blood. Harassing, distracting, overtaking. Faking reality, pretending to dream. Walking forward, plugging your ears. Dragging one foot, hyperventilating. Gone.

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May 12, 2011 03:311girl

Is it about agera?