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October 29, 2017
By Anonymous

Home

The place where I have my suicidal bouts

The place where my drunken father beats me

'till blood sprays from my mouth

 

Home

A place that is suppposedly filled with love

but here

I see none

 

Home

Reeks of alcohol, smoke, and drugs

My eyes tear and nose burns

as I lay on the bloodied rug

 

Home

Now covered in red, orange, and yellow

I set fire to my memories

and all falls to ashes on the ground



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on Nov. 26 2017 at 10:26 am
alyssa0401 PLATINUM, Staten Island, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"In the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take."

Beautiful poem!


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