10 Down to 1

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Shaky fingesr slide over my 

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New wounds and my 

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Scars of hatred, with 

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Pills. I long my

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Horrible hours of

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Screaming death wishes and

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Shots to my head would make

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Tears fall down from my

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Eyes, hurting me still!

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More day and I would of been swept away. 

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Autum Doolin

Sat 9th May 2015 18:45

Travis! I wrote this poem in 8th grade lol im currently 22. I have lived a very emotional life. and i write out my emotions and thoughts and i also know others have felt my feelings before. Thank you so very much tho. I like to keep people interested!

Travis Brow

Fri 8th May 2015 07:44

Autum, your poems portray a wretched life, and i can't claim to understand, but quite how you manage to find the energy and the will to write, and post your work, is, dare i say it, both admirable and humbling. This is a shocking poem, but it's clever at the same time. Keep at it.

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