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May 2014
Red turns to white,
                             Slowly, but surely
The wounds close,
                             You regret
But not forget my friend,
                             How can you?
Soon you will move on,
                             But one thing will stay
Erase me with your mind,
                             Your little white lines
It may feel like your life is over, but to every nightmare is an end. Every struggle you have will stop, and you will be free. I promise.
ElizabethS
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ElizabethS  Canada
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