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Cracks
Cracks.
Subtle and nearly invisible at first,
slowly crawling over my skin,
forming fractols of scars.
Suffocating,
entrapping me inside my own body,
crushed under the broken glass
penetrating through every inch of exposed skin,
deepening with every thought unsaid,
every night of comfort you missed,
every casual remark you passed.
My silent screams ring in my ears
waiting to...
Monday 15th May 2017 5:40 am
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