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Oct 2016
The body is cold
Don't jump to conclusions
The story is yet to be told
I've done something bad
It was really quite fun
Yet it has made me go mad
I've ruined my life
Guess what I used?
My aid it was a knife
******?
I've hurt her.
Not killed but hurt
There's a space or a difference if you please
A space between my knife and her neck
Which I could slit with ease.

*she cries and cries
the tears flow like a flood
she is still alive.
so what's with all of the blood?
Olivia A Keaton
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Olivia A Keaton  16/F/West Virginia
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