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It's my fault

by ashlea-daune

I see you sitting on a park bench Alone in the pouring rain As I get closer I hear silent tears and see a red stained wrist I have never been more scared in my life As I run to you And hold you your breathing becomes slower and your eyes flutter as your pulse begins to fade the blood is flowing and staining my white shirt but I don't care I start to cry and I realize I'm too late I didn't pay attention to the scars you never cared to hide I was too caught up in my own world my own pain to see the signs you were alone, you needed me and I failed you I'm as guilty as the next I soon realize ...Its my fault...
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