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  Dec 2014 On My Point Of View
Jinxx
I see my reflection
I hate what I see
I punch the glass
My knuckles bleed
I'm shattered
Pick up a piece
Slit my wrist
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I blee........
  Dec 2014 On My Point Of View
Renmar
I watched
As you held on with every breath
I laughed
When you had nothing left
I smiled
At every mistake you made
I stopped
When I saw that I was unsafe
I saw
The thing that hurt you beyond belief
I felt
The blade that cut you so **** deep
I cried                                            
For all the same reasons
I stayed    
When you would've made the choice to leave...
This is a poem about my mother.  Mignon Parker
Loving her
was like
  kneeling
in front of
a stone
and praying
for it
to come
to life.

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