TogetherA Poem by prettybrettyAbort mission. Abort me. Abort meaninglessness. Abort the pain. Abort my child. Abort sense of time. Abort sense of wrong and right. In the clinic room cut the bloody thing out with scissors. the nameless thing i can't erase. the nameless thing that is mine. The blood won't wash away. I'm cursed and stained. I don't wanna die this way. If I do, I'll take you down with me.
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Added on May 22, 2016 Last Updated on May 22, 2016 AuthorprettybrettyLawrenceburg, TNAboutBrett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..Writing
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