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Oct 2014
As pen hits paper
stained red
his thoughts run lose
writing one word across the page
REGRET

for the cuts on his arm
for the ones he's hurt
for the stories he'll never tell
'till there's nothing left but scars; six feet under
Izzy
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Izzy  18/F
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