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Oct 2012
You fake death, while we
Lay bleeding, you think you’re cool
While you’re not breathing

You get away with ******, while
We take blow after blow, standing together
On the corner listening to you groan

Take your hand and grab a knife
Pounce around all through the night
Yell and scream, try and make us believe you

Open up and take a handful
Lay there silently heaving
Fingers down your throat

Again you scream and yell
But now no one hears you
Now it’s real and no one believes you

You die, while we watch
Seething, you thought you were cool
While you were still breathing
Emily Helen Culver
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Emily Helen Culver
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