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Woke up on a bridge

She opens her eyes,
And wonders where she is,
Fog rolls over the coast,
She’s on a bridge,
Close to the end,
She looks down to the seas,
Thoughts of the night before,
Tears,
Screams,
Insomnia.
On the floor of her apartment,
Knifes,
Cuts.
It needs to stop,
And the scariest thing of all?
Its love shes in.

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  • amalia
    December 18, 2007
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    Lovely rhythm! This poem deserves some thinking about... I'll be rereading it!!