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-Poems written to/about t.e.a.r.s. o.f. b.l.o.o.d.-
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I feel empty
As if who I previously was has dissolved
Or perhaps melted away
Like ice cubes
On a hot summer day
So now I am a hole that can never be filled
No person can make me whole
No doctor can prescribe enough medicine
No mother can help me
Only the razor or the blade
Can help me now
-pessimistic