Retarra
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I sit over my knife in thought,
And think over the pain I brought.
I can't see any stars or light,
These are my tearstains in the night.
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A group of poems that I wrote to vent, to help with my suicidal thoughts.
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Top ranking: #453 in Poetry (10/3/2017)