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Shred My I To Pieces

Accepting a position to serve and give then thrive.

Ripping my heart out and stomping on it with a spatula.
Seeing you hurt gives me more reason to try harder.
The screaming of your cough rakes over my mind with shivers,
little icy fingers pricking at my spine.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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