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11 years.

I've been sitting here all day,
And I think but has nothing to say,
I  wish I could pay,
Pay my mind to heal the wounds, 
Pay my heart to decompose the memories, 
It's logic, I know you think it isn't! 
I  carry myself back, 
The hands on the skin, 
The skin is mine but the hands weren't, 
From a bloodline, By  a kin, 
At 7, the bud forced to wither! 

I feel lorn,
Especially on days like this when Am  stone cold sober, 
1000 eyes looking at me, 
​​​​​​But none see me, 
On this sheet I'll try to uncover, 
My 11 year old wounds,
But first I need a reunion, 
Of my mind and heart, 
An handshake, 
Of the two organs. 

11years, 
Ava herar. 

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