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A letter to suicide
I stare at my bleeding palms,
My torn flesh wrapped up,
In blood red bandages.
Because life did this to me.
Life hurts, but I'll always hold on.
I stare at my healing hands,
My mangled flesh,
And an array of scars.
Because life hurt me.
And I survived.
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The Stars in my Hands
PoezjaThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien
