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Nov 2012
He knows I'm upset,
he knows it,
so what does he do?
he sticks his fingers in my wound,
and opens it,

And as I bleed, he shows no emotion,
doesn't pay attention to the downfall he caused,
because he's too busy worrying about himself,
to save me from bleeding out,

Or even to save me from myself..
11.14.12
a product of my depression as well.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
(25/F/New Jersey)   
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