Poetry of a lost teen
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    Thorny bush

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    The way she left
    Dragged me through a thorny Bush
    With no hesitation
    Hearing my desperate screams for help
    Days of effort
    And faked smiles
    Only to end up hurting for a while
    I left that Bush once again 
    Bleeding, scarred up and gasping for air
    Hiding the struggles that most people share
    Shaking and trembling whilst pulling my hair
    Crying for some respiration of my lungs 
    Catching my breath
    And once again begging on all fours for sudden or deliberate death
    ~H1
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