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I see you walking by with that smile on your face...

I wrote this poem for an organization called Save...

Tiny red blood polka-dots decorate the white floor...
As I thought of reasons to live where I sat...

Dance is gone
Heart is heavy...

He made her think of dying
A task of which she was not trying...

*resubmitted*
Broken it lay in pieces on the ground...

Sadness reaches within defiant grasps
And smothers whom ever it traps...