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I am all

cracks and fault lines,

a heart that

struggles through

each day,

waiting and

wondering

how I’ll survive.

I prick my finger

just to know

that I can

still bleed,

that I’m still alive.

Pieces of me

begin to crack,

threatening to

fall away

just to escape.

I need something,

anything,

that will

keep me moving,

keep me sane.

I thrive on knowing

that the key

to surviving is

understanding how

to withstand the pain.

Breath_Words© 1/9/15