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The blood spilling from my torso Is composed of many things Maybe not leukocytes, erythrocytes, Fibrinogen, or plasma but Fear for the future Regret for what might have been Sadness for dear friends in pain Pride in a long journey and hard work But if I am shot again tomorrow What will it be made of then?
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
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The blood spilling from my torso Is composed of many things Maybe not leukocytes, erythrocytes, Fibrinogen, or plasma but Fear for the future Regret for what might have been Sadness for dear friends in pain Pride in a long journey and hard work But if I am shot again tomorrow What will it be made of then?
kelly-catherine
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
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