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Dec 2017
Red.

all I see is red.

when the knife falls

to the floor. I dont feel

anything though I just see

and I see the red . l think and l

think of all the people i’m leaving.

And i get a towel also band aid.

And I clean up my cut. And I

take a deep breath then

I move on because

tomorrow is a

brand new

day.
Alex A d r i a n
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