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Nov 2013
I'm sorry.
It's so funny.
For every time, I say
that I'm sorry. More
blood of mine, spills
on these ******* pages.

   I'm losing.
A battle you once said,
that I'd win. But I'm not.
Your too far away up there,
do you miss me too? I'm
coming to see you soon.

   I'm sorry.
It's probably getting harder
to read with my blood spilling.
I won't be like this forever the
doctor said. Now I know why you left,
And this is my final sorry too.
Shannon
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