To Be Heard.
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you called for help.
only, sounds didn't escape your mouth.
intead they dripped down your arm
screaming in violent shades of red and pink.
wishing somene would stare a little longer
into those void eyes of yours, to
decode such a well kept secret.
exposing it, and your torn flesh.
using soft, pepper kisses as bandages
urging them to heal.
along with the tears in your soul.
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