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Lanoleum Floor
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Angsty Teen Years a single tear runs down her cheek
as her hand shakingly grasps
the already stained knife
she holds out her arm expecting
it to hurt
but it doesn't, not
even a little
and as the red stream
pours
endlessly from her now
broken flesh
she watches the fountian of her
wasted life trickle
to the white lanoleum
floor.
And she wonders were does she go from here.
