Blood is thicker than water...that is what they say. But in truth, so are a lot of things."---Gemma Doyle in The Sweet Far Thing
You talk like I am waste
Scum on the bottom of old shoes
Screaming schrieking words
Slamming me like fists
They beat me down.
But in the bruises I find hope
Like Angels on my shoulders
They tell me I am presious.
I am worthy of my blood.
Sometimes I smile
As the blows rain down
Angels whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
They say it won't be long
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