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This is my poem, please do not laugh i worked hard on it and im proud of it!.

Lifeless has become a lifestyle to her, apathy washes over her emotionally dead body!. Nobody bothers to ask questions!. Who would!? Everybody is to busy wrapped up in there own life, there own problems, themselves!. Her face is blank and each step she takes’s looks like it kills her!. Her arms are folded across her chest trying to hold her heart in her chest!. But it wouldn’t matter if it fell out at least she would be able to see it!. She believed her heart to be plastic to not be working at all because if it was real she might feel love!. Her feet were what she looked at her face pale as if she would pass out at any moment!. I can only imagine the deep red blood dripping from that ghost white wrist dripping and collecting into her slender boney hand making that pool of red blood!. The next day the hallways would not be as harsh or intense because if things went her way she wouldn’t be there; she’d be gone!. her blank face and her apathetic mood would not be missed!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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