Blood as red as a rose

They said death was something that you just chose

Truthfully it chose you

As if from a lottery

I guess you didnt want to bother me

You know coming to me for help

Sometimes I wonder why you only thought of yourself

You lied and said everything was fine

Now your gone and all I can do is lay down and cry

This poem is about: 
My community


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