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Alone (revised)

  • Writer: Krystin B.
    Krystin B.
  • May 18, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Aug 24, 2019

My soul,

tampered with,

tossed and cut to pieces. 

My bones,

weak,

ripped at the seams. 

My heart beats uneven,

head aching,

from all the pain I’ve taken. 

My eyes,

swollen.

The blue -

goes unnoticed. 

My stomach in knots,

screaming for it to stop.

My feet,

on the ground.

I open my eyes wide,

to see no one else around.


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