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Pain-filled Survival.

Poetry By: EDRC
Poetry



I got fed up with the stuff that i see happening around and to me. Any sort of minority in the world goes through pain and the feeling of being looked down upon. The strength shown despite all this is what makes me proud to be the freak i am. I love the way I am and in the end, the sting the insults of the world give dies out. This poem is short but makes my point. This is and Erica poem of EDRC.


Submitted:Jul 9, 2011    Reads: 33    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


You've slit my wrists
And made me cry.
You've crushed my heart
But I won't die.
You beat me hard
'till tears turned red.
But in the end
It's yours that's dead.





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