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Dec 2014
little ole boy
with a knife in his had
stares at the blade
he wonders
when will this all end

litttle ole boy
stared at his only friend
and he opened his wrist
and gave him a red wrist band

little ole boy
clothes are stained with red
lips are blue
never will be used

little ole boy
gave it all you could
gave all you could give
but the red wristband always wins
(The red wristband is blood)
JustChloe
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