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Her last words..
"I am sorry
I could no longer help myself
It was too painful
to look at that mirror image
of the person I was.
You no longer have
To worry about me
I am gone...
on my own accord."
No one ever asked
why she always
covered her scars,
or about the wounds
that were created
the night before
on that over-turned
blood stained rug
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I think it would be more effective if the 'no movement...' line were repeated throughout the piece, not just twice. Strong start though, and a touchy subject done nicely.
i really think this is one of your stronger pieces. The last stanza is particularly solid. We need to read this one night when we have a service to highlight depression and suicide.
