Drip, Drop

by Allie   Sep 30, 2005


People look at me as my heart bleeds. A drip for every laugh, a drop of every evil stair. They don't know me but they all hate me. They feed of my pain, my sorrow, my anger. Inside I know I'm a fighter I'll just get stronger with ever drip, drop, until I bleed no more.

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