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Violence
Being alive
Trying to thrive
It is hard
Be on guard
Heads in a spin
What World am I in?
Thoughts come crashing
A knife is slashing
Blood is red
Am I dead?
No, it’s real
Cos I still feel
I want to be numb
But that is dumb
It’s life or death
Is this my last breath?
The attackers’ stare
Their violence they share
I fight for life
But I’m in strife
My eyes stop seeing
My soul stops being
The darkness grows
The silence flows.
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©copyright Juanita Torr
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