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 Poem without a title Blood, blood everywhere Down my arms? No one cares Locked inside my room My prison The cuts are there The pain has risen Only for a minute Or two See my scars? These ones are new You see them And ask me why I'll make up a story I'll have to lie How does no one Notice it? My stories are stupid My wrists are slit. I don't know how much I can take A blade in mind My hands they shake I don't know how long U can go on My veins are drying My bloods almost gone As I say goodbye To all I love With my last breath I float above. | 
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 Re: Poem without a title Second last stanza I can go on | 
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 Re: Poem without a title This is really powerful and descriptive for sure. It is well written and just painted a picture in my mind. Great job! :) | 
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 Re: Poem without a title I agree with Dez.  Great job writing it; it was very descriptive. | 
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 Re: Poem without a title that was really good...........great job......... | 
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