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the blade.
She feels the anger rise up inside of her,
Something she's felt before, It feels different, mixed with hatred And despair, She knows this feel just won't pass, It's here to stay , Please just make this stop she'll pray, The answer ? A blade, A shiny metal blade, These wrists were made for slicing, This live was made for living, Thoughts come and go No where to run No where to hide Just a blade and a story One to be told, No ears to listen, No hands to hold. She's alone. |
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I could imagine this well! My favourite two lines were:
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shivers ran down my spine as I read this: I know this situation all too well... Brilliant job though, the poem was really powerful and... just shivery.
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I could relate to this. Thanks for posting. I hope you will share some more of you poems in the future :)
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This was very well done :) I would love to read more of your stuff :)
Jay. |
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This poem is very strong, and I can relate to it so much.
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Very powerful. I loved it.
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