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Hurt

I push it down with gulps of fresh air
in attempt to waft the smell of this bacteria away.
How haunted am I by the gut-wrenching, heart-sinking infestation that will not stop punishing me.
All my mischief brings me to my knees with a pain that is no longer tangible; only an ongoing image of suffering.
Written by UnleashedHeathen
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