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To Write Love on Her Arms

By , Oakdale, PA
Looking up at a clear night sky
The stars shine brightly
Blood rushes down your pale ice cold skin
Screams of terror
Your black hair, saturated with red
Your pale ice cold skin stained
Hidden with wristbands and sleeves
As someone uncovers your most disgusting secret
You run and scream and cry
"WHY DOES THE WORLD DO THIS TO ME!"
Again and again you torture yourself
But before you take your last break you look at your arm
"love" in small blood red letters has spilled on your arm





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