Sunday, November 29, 2009
I'm Feeling Poetic...
I walk through the hallway holding my wrists, hoping no-one will see me like this. He looks at me, scared of what he'll find. He never thought I had these things in mind. He asks me, "Is there anymore?" Looking at him with tears in my eyes, I whisper a simple reply, "Ever wondered what bracelets are for?"
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