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Mar 2015
I cry in your name.
I fight the emotional pain.
I sit; day after day.
Wondering.
"What is of this place!?"
A daze.
Trapped in it.
Crying all night.
Sadly.
I'm losing this fight.
The blade scratched my arm.
The feeling of my blood.
Flowing like a flood.
It's **warm.
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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