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Aug 2016
peeking through
slowly, carefully
through the cracks
in my brain
the cracks
of reality

how would it feel
being present in
my mind and my body
feeling real, feeling safe
my brain is vicious,
seeping poison running
through black tinted veins

i am Alice
falling down the hole
again
ZS
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ZS  27/F/rhode island
(27/F/rhode island)   
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   K-mari AJani Jones
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