wrong, wrong again

there is something wrong with me,
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can’t you see?

it’s in my eyes,
my nose,
my hair

it runs from heart to finger tip,
from stomach to toes

circulating

the badness i was born with or
developed

i’ve broken my hands —

can i borrow yours to fix this mess?

z

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This entry was published on April 20, 2013 at 12:32 pm. It’s filed under anxiety, emotions and stuff, head trips, honest conversation, life, life and living, mental health, mental illness, mind, photography, poetry, weird, words, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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