precious arroyo Biography

She is quiet at times.
She rarely speak her mind.
She feels like a loner,
when she sits in her corner.
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A slice upon a wrist.
Blood pours out of reopened wounds,
pooling onto the floor of a darken room.
Drifting in and out of the shadows of the mind.
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Crying inside.
Underneath i'm dying.
They don't see.
They never do.
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Tears flow like the rain
from all of this constant pain.
Heart full of darkness.
Life full of sadness.
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There are lights flashing at your house
a storm above with dark clouds
there are men in blue at your door
there are blood stains all over your floor
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