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Notice
What can I do for you to notice?
Does more of my red blood need to be shed and spread for you to notice?
Do I need to throw away more of myself for you to even give a thought?
I whimper in pain, weeping in my own sorrows.
Watching myself in the mirror in such disgust.
I hope someone hears, I hope they hear my cries and scarred screams.
Praying someone will walk past when I'm on my last gasp.
Maybe one day, maybe one day someone will...
But is it worth sticking around long enough to find out?
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NeVeya Martinez
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