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Feb 2016
blood soaking through a tissue
telling me
look what you've done
you're not a victim
you're no tragedy
but it's easier to believe
that i am

blood stains my sleeves
asking me
who are you really?
a kind soul?
a heartless *****?
i can't decide

blood rinses down the drain
reminding me
no matter how much i bleed
i can't escape from myself
Addie
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Addie  Florida
(Florida)   
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