04. 17. 2018

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Knives in the stomach are papercuts on the fingers.

Bullets in the head are beestings on the cheeks.

Hammers on the fingers are pop! pop! popped fingers.

Water in the lungs are wet coughs in the throat.

Words to the ears are knives in the stomach.

Glares to the soul are bullets in the head.

Hands on the face are hammers on the pop! pop! popped skin.

Emotions to the heart is water in the lungs.

We are dying.

We are drowning.

We are suffering.

Yet, we are surviving.

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