A Delicate Void
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A collection of poems, short stories, and thoughts (c) BreatheForMeBabe 2013. I gave you a shred of my soul. The edges, soaked in blood, cloaked in tears, were deteriorated from years of harsh depression and abuse. I thought that I could run from you. But wherever I went, your ghost followed. You stick to me like clear Scotch tape. No one else needs to know.
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