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September 8th, 2014

Date Written: September 14, 2017
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There is a trembling feeling after I rid my body of the poison.

I feel as if I am shaking but my writing is as still as the lines on my paper.

Almost as if this tremble of self-hate and sadness can only be felt from the inside.

My eyelids fall limp as I get up off my bathroom floor.

Unsteadily and uncertain unlike my wordsI feel as if I have achieved nothing

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