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Broken Blood

Yesterday,
Was not a great day.
Today,
Was alot worse.

I saw you with her,
And got mad.
I ran,
And yelled to the world,
'I hate this! '

I run til,
I'm out of breath.
I sit,
And cry.

Seeing you with her,
Made me so mad,
I lost control,
And hurt someone,
I loved.

Who I hurt,
Was myself.
I found a knife,
And cut myself.

As the blood,
Poured out,
I wept,
And thought of us.

I stand up,
Thinking,
'I was once weak,
But that was when,
I was with you.
Now I'm strong,
Stronger then you.'

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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