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Nov 2017
I made a sharp blade dull for him
I tried to continue doing what I was told for him
Until the sharp blade turned dull
And then that sharp blade turned red
he stopped playing video games and turned his head
his next request write words on my leg
then the sharp blade turned dull and he left
he wasn't there to clean up the blood
he wasn't there to bandage the wound
he wasn't there to pick me up off the cold ground
he wasn't there when I did it again.
Written by
abigail ward  17/F/California
(17/F/California)   
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