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Stitchers Poems - Poems about Stitchers


To Late
...I scream for help but no one comes I slit my wrist from elbow to thumb I see the blood poring down my fingers going numb but still you did not come I feel my heart brake over again as I re-read t......

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Categories: stitchers, depression, life, loss, sadme,
Form: I do not know?

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