Trigger Warning: The poem contains incidents of self-harm
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When the flowers lay crushed on the ground
It was an accident you said
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When the succulents began to die in succession
It was an accident you said
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When the pages of the books were found in the bin
It was an accident you said
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When salt & sugar, coffee & tea tasted the same
It was an accident you said
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When the windows stained with crimson
It was an accident you said
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When words stretched into endless silences
It was an accident you said
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When the blade of the knife sliced through the skin
It was an accident you said
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When stitches meant sewing up wounds
It was an accident you said
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When full sleeves no longer hid the scars
It was an accident you said
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When days and nights merged into an endless void
It was an accident you said
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When the hospital bed seemed a new home
It was an accident you said
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When the earth enveloped you forever
It was an accident you said
