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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Run Running, running I'm running away, running away from this day this horrific day I tried to fight, fight for the greatest thing in my life but it was beyond my pride to hold once more something more precious than a diamond But it was beyond my pride to hold once more the star I once called mine Why must I be inflicted with this cursed skin for this cursed skin is the unjustifiable reason why authority figures decided to bestow bruises and beatings upon her skin for this cursed skin is the unholy reason why I sit here twixt uncontrollable rage and grieving saddening silence cause I can't bear to witness the transfer of my love slip into the darkness of the one I despise Is the joke upon me I predicted her leaving and though I dreaded the ending, it came true Isn't it right for me to press delete quickly so the pain doesn't rise in my throat and sink me in a dark abyss I wouldn't be able to climb up from Isn't it right for me to press delete quickly so the pain doesn't rise in my throat to break my trachea cause my whole life to flash before my eyes and witness one more time for me to cry...begging for a final fight as I grit my teeth my forehead to brick, punching concrete So this is where it starts for me where my tears forge rage like daggers in the air where my tears become nothing more than moisture in the air as I stare bullets at my hands attempting to make them invincible to be the tools that carry me to glory not knowing this where it started the day I lose my voice, my mind and slip into a comatose of misery & hate
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