December 8, 2008
By Jamie Reed, Meriden, CT

Standing there as the cold water washes over my skin I think of how you hurt me so all the things I'll never see all the things we'll never be Forbidden to remember unable to forget, the cuts and the bruises all the blood and tears lost forever waiting waiting to be free free from what we used to be.

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