Not on the List

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Time is a healer

But I'm not on the list.

I slip through

The net

Each time

And I can't

Take this

Much longer.

For you see

The wounds

Seep still

And there

Is no blood

No compassion

Left, I am

Not capable.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i was feeling angry at being constantly ripped at by someone.

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