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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.
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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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!