Mitchell Adam Lucker
You saved my life.
How can I repay you?
You have cleared the scars from my wrist
but yours are still there
I will try my best
To take them away
And hope that you skin
Will be clean someday
I know it's not much
But I'm trying my best
To give your mind
Some peace and rest
Mabe someday you'll see me
As I see you
But right now
All I can see.....
Is your tomb.
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