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Aug 2014
She was losing herself
Her sleeve stained with red
She was praying and hoping
No one would ever tell

Once again, not so innocent girl
She cried herself to sleep
One last time, her life slowly
dripping out of her wrist

She looked through old photographs
Escaping from reality
Crying silently as she watched
Walking in her memories

"And to think we all wanted to grow up"
I was sinking back then
Michelle
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Michelle  Monterrey,Mexico
(Monterrey,Mexico)   
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