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Monday, October 1, 2007

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Sitting in a room surrounded by the dim, dull dusk
caused by the moon rising into the black starry sky
hiding away from all evil,
that may harm, touch or break me
into a thousand pieces shattered like a mirror
dropped on a ball room floor
everything confused and muddled
clouded over by pain that pierces through hurting and stabbing,
every time I move my aching body and bleeding limbs
the cuts red, bloody and raw,
they crawl all over me
progressing further everyday till they find their cruel and cold destination
blood starts pours down like a river, faster and faster
droplets splash and form pools of red mixed with the inky black tears
for the very last time as the dark creeps in harsh, silent, cold and forever.
hannah taylor
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