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Dec 2015
Stop it.
Stop it, you're hurting me.

pain seeps through my pours
blood stains the newly-bought carpet

No!
Your mother loved that carpet*

I beg
for her to stop;
leave me alone.
I don't like this game anymore

. . .

but my own shaken hand
refuses to set down
the weapon
Annie McLaughlin
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Annie McLaughlin  18/F/Arkansas
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