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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: May 22, 2015

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A broken heart
A throat full of glass
Poisonous air
Entering my lungs
While my mind
Is corrupted
And my fragile soul
Is stolen forever
I can't love
I can't speak
I can't breathe
I can't think
I'm nothing

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SleepyHeart80

Jun 30, 2015

I used to feel like this and then my husband came into my life.

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