Posted in stream of consciousness

Be Good

 I write lines to remind myself

“Be good. Be good.”

They say it was me.

They just don’t understand.

My fistfuls of paper won’t convince them.

“I’m good. I’m good.”

It’s written in blood.

They just don’t understand.


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