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Jun 2013
I hold a cold blade in my hand
As tears fall across my face
I hold it against my skin
And take a deep breath
"I'm sorry." I whisper
As I start to draw blood
These cuts form letters
The ones that spell out your name
I need to keep this a secret
So, I won't tell you
That your name has been engraved in my leg
Ever since the day I started to miss you
Reilly Nicole
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Reilly Nicole  Michigan
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