Thirteen Just

Reflection of tears,

A mirror of blood.

A dazed expression,

A downtrodden thud.

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Heart of steel,

Eyes of pain.

A blade on the floor,

A blood red stain.

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A girl, yes a girl,

A shredded soul.

Ripped clothes,

Never been whole.

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Dripping blood,

Heart wrenching cries.

Broken nails,

Watch as she dies.

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Guess how old,

Thirteen just.

As she lays,

The blade turns to rust.

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Pouring now,

The crimson is there.

Pale white hands,

And blood stained hair.