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Dec 2016
Rain soaked tree tops
Slippery ground
Running running
My lungs about to burst
One demon
Two demon
Three demons
Four
A fifth one bringing up the rear
Feet begin to slide
The cold hard ground
One on top
Two holding me down
One standing by
Switch
And switch again
Till they all get a turn
Laughing voices
**** and a *****
Blood running down pale bare legs
The sun would rise and the sun would set
Never showing a tear on my face
Cause I've kept it in till that night
One innocent boy who didn't tell
What he knew
Ended his life boom boom
There on the floor
I wipe the blood from his eyes
RIP brother
May your rest be better
Then the life you lived.
Rachel Brooke
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Rachel Brooke  20/F/Hickory Nc
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