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Blood Sisters

She sat alone, teary eyed                                                                                                
Staring at the yellow walls                                                                                               
They seemed to close in on her                                                                                        
She felt it best to die, then shuddered involuntarily                                                            
She picked the blade near her, and looked at it thoughtfully                                               
Drowning in her sorrow, she didn't feel the pain                                                                
When she cut her wrist sharply                                                                                        
The blood flowed quiet and warm                                                                                     
And surrounded her like an ocean                                                                                     
She felt no pain, that's what she said                                                                                
In fact she felt numb and a swift emptiness                                                                       
She didn't realize at that moment, that I was so scared for her                                           
Afraid she would be taken away from me                                                                          
So I prayed, I prayed nonetheless                                                                                    
Then she wrote too, just like me                                                                                      
She found an outlet, all her pain flowed out in writing                                                        
Just like we're the same.

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  1. Date: 11/11/2013 8:55:00 PM
    The line breakage flows like water. A river of vivid pain. Nice work, and thanks for reading my other poems, and thanks for the positive feedback regarding them. I have some new poems--if you have time to take a look. --Alex