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Goodnight

January 27, 2013
By Gertrude BRONZE, Mt. Olive, North Carolina
Gertrude BRONZE, Mt. Olive, North Carolina
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Whispers in the dark
tell me that we are not that far apart
I hold still
and tell myself that's it not real
Water doesn't leak out like it use to
I'm too hostile towards you.
Only blood in depression is what spills violently on my pages.
I regret looking in my mirror
all I see is agony.
This isn't me.
Look what you made me become.



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