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Jun 2010
Sometimes life can really ****.
To where i could barely give a ****.
The blood pours and drips.
As my skin rips.
I can feel the rush.
As my dreams are crushed.
Im told poetry helps.
As i write down my cries and yelps.
I dont want anyone to ever dare try to care.
Written by
Will Lee Werner
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