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Mar 2013
I don't think you've
learned, not one bit.
Look at this wreck
I have become.
Relinquish your
vice like grip from
around my throat.
****** my **** raw.
Blood from my
**** drops into
the toilet in which
my reflection lies.
Bruises on my skin.
Bruises on my eyes.
Written by
David Walker  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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