No Name

March 16, 2009
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Destiny's in the palm of her hand.
She finds it hard to understand
The pain she feels inside is deep
Her heart is worn upon her sleeve
She pulls the blade from the drawer
Hopes to feel the pain no more
Upon her blouse, stains of red
She leaves behind words unsaid

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Electricity This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 6, 2009 at 5:00 pm
great poem! I like that it rhymes!5 stars!
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