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Friday, March 11, 2011
In my Solitude
I shut my blinds and sit in the wailing darkness
No one knows
I lie unmoved on the icy floor until my skin turns purple
No one knows
I kill my overruling heart with a blunt knife
No one knows
I drop dead
No one cares
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