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Apr 2015
Red is all I see
Blood
Dripping down my arm full of sorrow
Despair and Anger
I should've went with my heart
and trust my own self
But it wasn't making me a better person
It wasn't making a better us.
...
I let my guard down all the way down for you
BOOM
It hits us well, me
I'm broken into millions of little pieces
and don't know how to be fixed.
But…
It was my fault too.
when your trying to fix a better you for a better us but when situations get you down you have nothing left to do but vent..
Written by
Victoria Tran  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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