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My Scream

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rachel_anubis
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As I stepped out of the cafeteria,
I saw red,
As I remembered what you did,
For the first time,
I wanted to see,
I wanted to see your blood,
I wanted to feel,
I wanted to feel the hot stickiness,
I wanted to taste,
I wanted to taste the iron,
I wanted hear,
I wanted to hear you scream
As I sat on the steps,
You came up behind me,
I never got to hear your scream,
But you heard mine.
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Loved the end line



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My pen is the barrel of a gun. Remind me which side you should be on.

 
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