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Sep 2014
Blood,
A flowing river
That never seems to stop.

Pain,
A sensation that can open your eyes
To the true world around you.

Torture,
A C.D. on repeat,
A never ending way to live your life until.

Death,
A creeping stranger
That has somehow learned the secrets of your life.

Silence,
Not a whisper can pass your lips,
Not a breath can fill your lungs.

Finally,
The pain has stopped,
And the torture has ended.
This is an old one, but I was so proud of it then, and I'm still proud.
Samantha Lee
Written by
Samantha Lee  New York
(New York)   
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