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Nov 2015
During the night
She tries her hardest to sleep tight

All of the days events wash over her like a storm
Each second the tears roll in more and more

She cant help but feel so alone

She cries.

More.

And then more.

The cuts in her arms that were torn, they dont help her pain
She only see's one other way.

~RG
RoseGold
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RoseGold  Davenport, IA
(Davenport, IA)   
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