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Irelyn Thorne
Poems
Aug 15
Untitled
No more numbers
These cries into the night
Unheard gunshots
And fatal consequences
That drowned out the light
A mind so broken
Pieces apart on the floor
Another statistic
Lost away
And all we ever do
Is watch the blood poor
To the woman who took her life, and everyone said it was normal
#numbers
#lives
#suicide
#blood
#gunshot
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Irelyn Thorne
15/F/Find me with an earbud in
(15/F/Find me with an earbud in)
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