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Tue, 07/04/2017 - 23:37 -- lizann

they cam e back

this time they wanted my hands

so I couldnt lay fingerprints on anything anymore

no evidence of my evil 

just poison from my wrists they wanted to see

the sea of red that pours from me to drain 

the evil from my veins

they came back 

they came back 

I didnt know where i was

was i anywhere here or in their world

i think i saw where im going

when i leave

what they want

they want my company 

nothing makes sense

especially this 

i looked in the mirror and i was one of them 

the only thing that saved me was the fact that i didn't have their blade

to be inaugurated with them 

to drain the evil from my veins and live without weight

This poem is about: 
Me

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