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Pain

sitting in a pool of your own blood all the while you think your taking the pain away everyday same old stuff every night the color red every drop is like another minute of relief all the pain and stress for that day is gone then waking to a new day new problems, old ones new wounds, old scares trying to hide the pain inside faking a smile till your alone each cut one less worry each drop one more tear falls until one day no more tears left to fall and no more blood left to shed

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Date: 5/26/2016 6:52:00 PM
Madie, Enjoyed reading your thoughts and words today. *SKAT*
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Book: Shattered Sighs