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Reaching Out
Okay...this is my first poem, so I want to know what you honestly think. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Gasp! The knife falls, upon upturned flesh. the scar--bright and red
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Crimson Tears
My eyes filled with tears I cannot shed, my arms cry instead there crimson tears. Wanting to die with nowhere to hide, my only way out is to bleed. Why ...