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she bled out the fight in her that night.

there’s something about sitting in a five by five room,

blinding your eyes with white, left alone with your thoughts-

your guilt, your fears, your insecurities, your most fucked up pieces-

that slices open your mind until you bleed dry,

until you fade into the darkness,

until the light runs out.

-Allison Ryder

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