It's NothingA Poem by Alexis Angelmaybe a work in progress
Picking my fingers, my lips, my scabs until they bleed. Watching the blood flow freely. The sting is mild, its nothing. Really. Its better then crying…right? © 2008 Alexis Angel |
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Added on March 10, 2008 AuthorAlexis AngelAustin, TXAboutI'm told on a regular basis that I'm weird. I'm ok with that. I think I'm funny but no one understands my sense of humor. I never thought in a million years I could ever hate someone in or around m.. more..Writing
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