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Jul 2013
I watch the blood drip slowly from my open wound,
False dreams of a better life running through my head.
As the fight between knives and pens rages on,
Blood and ink stain the walls from the aftermath.
My pen running dry,
As are my veins.
Someone save me from this nightmare.
Written by
ciaran fitzpatrick  Ireland
(Ireland)   
437
   K603 and Gary Muir
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