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Mar 2019
It felt like a ticking bomb
Trying to put back all the pieces
For no screams or hatred to be shout
But it was late...
It’s a shame for all those
Bruises and tears
Crying for help but no one gives a ****
Pain and blood drips
But no one to heal it
Reaching for covers but it’s all useless
For those Bruises and Tears
Listening to music and even a shower can cover those tears
But those bruises will always scar
Trying not to remember
But it’s difficult to stare away
Another day goes by
Crying at night and healing those bruises
And hoping for that bomb
To no more tick
Karen Figueroa
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Karen Figueroa  23/F/WA
(23/F/WA)   
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