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How many times can I fall?

By AnonymousPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Open my eyes and I'm staring at the sky

It's black, no stars in sight

"What are you on?" I hear as I start to look around

That question, the sirens, that formidable sound

I never thought that it would happen

Not me, I was smart, at least I thought I was

The pain, there are no words, and they're going through my purse

I'd never been so scared in my life, well maybe that one time with that guy and his knife

I just wish I was at home in my bed, not this gown with the sound of the monitor beeping above my head.

sad poetry
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Anonymous

Writing through the pain.

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