whisper of the wind
street lights flicker
guilt eats at my mental
promises are to be broken
by a silver blade and pale wrist
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Author:
l o v e r g i r l (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2017 00:26
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WELCOME FRIEND ~ Thanks for your first ~ very poignant Poem ! Self harm does give release and many of our Members can empathise ~ BUT ~ After the crimson flow is stemmed ~ there is always GUILT ! Thanks for sharing ~ Love the picture ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B.
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