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Feb 2010
Remember to this day every mistake I’ve made,
All those people I waste feeling all the hate,
For most of you now it’s to **** late,
Keep your eyes glued to your plate,

Don’t try to make me be something you see,
As normal as you minus all individuality,
Cut myself just to watch it bleed,
I need more than a joint to feel any release.

Memory error, upload has failed,
You don’t know how many tales
I can scribe all the suffering words of pain,
Shattered like a glass left out in the hail.
© Emma Johnson
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