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Mar 2021
I'm being killed
I'm being attacked
It's entered my bloodstream
It's too late to go back

Someone who thinks they're saving me
They don't know what they're doing wrong
With a grin on their face, a skip in their step
I don't know if it belongs

Blood on their hands
Over lines of weeping widows
Sins behind their eyelids
Safe security behind stained glass windows
Ashley
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Ashley  17/F/Utah
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