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I Feel

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Created by Kyra213 on Sunday, May 11, 2008

Trembling hands fumble for the lock,
unsteady legs crumble to the floor,
shaking fingers search out steel,
I lean against the door.
My mind races,
my heart races,
I hear their words,
and see their faces.
Silver carves,
a shallow line,
crimson seeps to the surface
Porcelain contrasts against the blood,
a backdrop akin to my mind:
numb, shocked, absent, cold

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