《Poetry; Sure It May Hurt》A poem from someone I know

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"The sound of crunching bones her scream as she loses air it echos...

Down the hall through my head

The blood dripping down the tile, she left the door unlocked not even knowing I was coming.

Her face all purple her body left limp

When she said she hated me she ran out of time

Purple was not her favourite colour but I soon learned that it was mine."

~Poem by S.K

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