Wednesday, January 21, 2009

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She runs into the house up the stairs and ran in her bedroom.
She’s sitting on the floor rocking back and forward back and forward
She stands up walk slowly into her bathroom.
She’s thinking about the teenagers at school and how they were picking on her. She searching for her razor “where is my razor” she finds her razor in the medicine cabinet and slowly starts to cut herself;
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Joseph Poewhit 21 January 2009

Read my poem on Poemhunter - ALMOST 13

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