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Mar 2017
You stood by my side
Through this world of hurt,
In only you I could confide
The only one I could convert.

But all changed

My hands are bloodied,
My eyes are stained,
My mind is muddied,
Your pain is sustained.

So I told you.

A murderer, a tool for hire
I lent you money in blood
You threw it away, disgusted.
And ran, and I stood.

And the shot was taken.
The original meaning of this poem is lost to me, but reading it I feel the pain of one losing somebody they care about.
Katie
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Katie  25/Trans Female/Yeadon
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