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How do you feel, knowing she's dead?
How do you sleep with the blood on your hands?
What is going on in your head?
But it's too late to turn back
Her floor is stained red
Everyone's a wreck
All they can do is cry in bed
Grieving to much to move or think
As they memorize her wrists that bled

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CalumThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
yesterday at 2:10 pm
Nice work. Excellent rhyme scheme, I'd like to see some of your ideas followed a little bit longer.
winty_bearz replied...
today at 4:47 am
thank you for your input. I'll try my best x
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