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Back To Reality

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Memories of painful days appear like old friends,
Stabbing me in the back as usual.
Each vision causes a rupture in my heart,
Then another whisper makes sense of it all...
 
I peer at the scars patterned over my skin,
Fearful of everyone’s judging eyes.
The voices take me back to reality,
They urge me to continue to the end...
 
I glance at my friend sitting by the sink,
And smile even though I’m crying.
I snap at the shell and let it sink in,
A searing pain takes hold of my life...
 
The white of the porcelain becomes dirty,
Contaminated by my worthless blood.
Slowly the sink fills up and I collapse,
I’m finally in the world I belong...
Written by Blood_Merchant93 (BeautifulManiac)
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