devils cab greeter
Foolish Past - Poem by devils cab greeter
I held the knife so close to my heart.
Like a foolish child I sat and I cried,
Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried.
Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:
'To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
Never Give up always thrive to be free.'
Didn't know how many people would later cry.
'Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way.'
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