forty four

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My hair is

Gone and I feel

Dirty as they

Strap my arms down

And then

My legs.

My head is strapped

Back. I want

To scream

Because it hurts,

Everything hurts,

But I don't

In fear of

Not being

Saved.

I stay still,

Waiting for the

Poison

That will be

My saving grace.

My own Harry

To put me out

Of this misery,

To bring me to

Louis.

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