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Apr 2018
The bruises on my knees
And the bruises on my sleeves
Why do they last so long?
It really seems so wrong
Perhaps it’s the pooling of blood
That leave stains of purple mud
Or maybe it’s the way you let me go.
Falling and falling
When will I learn
To walk a different route?
Written by
Great Pretender
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