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Alec Weeks

Tragedy

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Alec Weeks

Tragedy

Drip Away

Drip Away

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Every night I go for a run

I clutch a broken shard in my fist

A broken heart in my chest

I round the corner and hide from the light 


I let my body crumple to the dirt 

I couldn't care less about how it hurts 

I open my hand to see a slit

Blood streaming from my palm to my wrist


I watch as blood streams down my arm 

And pool on the pavement 

I lift the blade into place

And slice my life away at a steady pace


I my name cut through the silence 

And I take a bandage and cover my work

And plaster on a fake smile

And pretend I'm fine for a while...


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