Mary Jane Edwards

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I'M 18.

I wasn't supposed to be here.
I wasn't supposed to live that long.

Who could blame me for thinking that?
Everyday felt like my last.

Why couldn't I have the sweet release,
the sweet release of death?

My grandmother says I have a saving angel.
But I think I have a Demon instead.

That is all I see.
Demons.

Demons watching me.
Demons hunting me.

Demons preying on me.
Where is my sweet release?

The bitter taste of blood fills my mouth.
The stench clogs my noise.

I tell myself it's not real.
But it was and it was mine.

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