the word "cut" tattooed on our hands,
wonder why no one understands?
filled with violence filled with fear,
it's time that we get out of here.
please get out, before it's too late,
it's more than you can take.
but now, it is too late, and all my fault,
that your last breath came to a crashing hault.
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
this is another poem about when my friend died in a gang. plze comment.
