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Tomorrow

The blood is flowing down my arm
Running for the tip of my fingers and my thumb
I can’t think straight
My head is throbbing
It hurts so bad
I need some painkiller
The blood forgotten
Is in a puddle
Can’t think of it now
Tomorrow only tomorrow
I look around
Frightened by the slightest sound
Pants rubbing together
Shoes lightly set on the floor
Intensifying the pain
To the point I can’t see anymore
Voices everywhere
It’s all so loud
Perfume sprayed too heavily
Everything makes it worse
Can I pass out now
In this hallway at school

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Written September 26, 2005

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