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Francesca Jun 2014
she was left , half dead , and a word was struggling to get out of her lips.

*w h y ?
Francesca Jun 2014
I saw their veins all ripped apart
from needles filled with
so much dirt
it could squeeze the life out of them.

They begged and suffered.
They died and lived for a while.

There was blood everywhere.

You'd think they didn't even have a chance. Did they?
Francesca Jun 2014
27
People come and go.
And we let them in with all our heart
just to find out soon enough they're
never
coming
back.
love,goodbye,alone,

— The End —