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May 2014
One swing
another swing
thud,
you fall to the ground
lifeless you lay
not making a sound
as I wipe the blood from my face
I think
why did things turn out like this
and what have I done
Written by
Mariel B Restemayer  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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