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this is amazing! raw and emotion and I have to say, since I'm kind of a writer too, I don't like reading much because I'm such a picky reader. But this is by far AMAZING.
Always always right about what you feel because then it is better and truer and pure 
a little poem she wrote
just a few words
what do you think?
she asked
should I cast my vote?
take that chance and
it was worth it
poem so good
I feel wordless.
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One of my sad poems..what do you think
Bleeding Misery
days pass..as I melt in this closure of darkness..
a light,alas(t)..to see through me as it proves I am nothing..
but what I am I..whom survived long enough on this earth..
but who am I..to have suffered in unison to those souls...
perished..
words pleading..to linger out of my dried throat..
though I am speechless..for nothing can escape my voice..
my eyes weak..tired of enduring the sleepless nights..
my wrists in the killing..ready to undergo the cut of yet, another blade..
the scars..forever staining my unheard cries..
the neverending pain..haunting me throughout each and every step of life..
the curse..slowly beginning to strike again..
awaiting the worst..only to rip apart my skin..
(I used to have the horrible addiction of what is known as self-harm.I used to cut.and this was a poem I wrote a wile ago when I cut.