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Friday, 8 January 2016

Overload

All. None.
Everything and nothing,
Violated, emotions cut to the quick.
Raw and exposed, bruised and broken.
Ripped.
Miserable and disconnected,
Anger. Tears!
Cried out,  forlorn, prostrate, numb.
Anchor, dredging the sands of feels.
Too much.
Posted by Veronica Merryfield at 18:13
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