Untitled Poem by Bailey Jackson
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Blood stains my hands
From the people I've hurt
Reminding me each an everyday
The memory crowds my brain
In every way i wanna regret it
I know it's bad to inflict pain
But nowadays that's the only way people learn
And i really think Jesus looks back
Asking why he died for us
Look at what we are
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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