lucidillusion Posted February 7, 2013 Posted February 7, 2013 "Bruised skin, quivering lip Escaping from anger's grip In the grass, still, I lie Staring blankly at the sky Wondering how I fell Onto the blade, where I dwell Wishing someday I'll shine Wishing the stars to align By myself, I'm sickened The air around me thickened Glancing a the scars I made Fingering my rusty blade."
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