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by Tim Mauntler Oct 3, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I see you Then comes the red I see you Then the blood you've bled When you cut You cut open my eyes Tears poor out My head doesn't rise I cry out Hoping you hear me Your friends are hurt They care for you dearly I see you Then comes the red I see you Then the blood you've bled
by amandalynn
Good poem. 5/5. amanda.