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She’s held together by loose threads,
but she tears them apart with her mind.
“Never good enough,” she whispers

Her own words,
She feeds them,
And they cut her apart

Her tears burn her soft cheek,
And they numb her heart.
Everything turns to stone.

She locks the box.
Keeps the whole world out.
Piling onto the mountain.

Maybe eventually,
She’ll get it together.
What until then?

Created: Feb 14, 2012


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