Tonight,
I cried tears with question marks colored in blue.
I
remember the hurt and pain others caused me
For
that…I cannot trust.
I
care much for all, but with the day’s haziness, people and their emotions are
unleashed like Cujo.
They
attack with viciousness that leaves you with
A
scratch
A
bruise
A
laceration to the throat
As
the wounds heal, the scars become my stories.
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