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Oct 2017
He's laying there alone,
on the bathroom floor.
His whole shirt is soaked,
from where his blood poured.
A tear fell from his eye;
he let out a shaky breath.
He said, "I don't wanna die,
but I want death."
because
He's just an invisible stranger,
lost in the crowd.
His voice is getting weaker,
as he's shouting out.
"Can anybody see me?
Can anybody hear me?
The invisible Stranger!
The invisible!"
This is from a song I wrote about a year back, hope you enjoy
Janie Elizabeth
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Janie Elizabeth  18/F/South Carolina
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