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Feb 2015
Sometimes I want to **** myself
Then I remember
All of the people that need their wounds bandaged
And are left alone
Like I am
So I put some pressure on their cuts and gouges
While I bleed out onto the floor
And the red rises thick
Un-parting, an ocean, not a sea

     *All the easier to drown in
"Every road leads us home"

Where are the lies?

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Title alludes to the movie the  Ten Commandments.
My mother obnoxiously repeats that line.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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