$15

Screams echoing in my mind
Twisting, turning sharp knife blade
Life blood trickling down
Across my fingers holding tight
I can feel life fading away
Keep asking why? why? why?
Just for fifteen dollars
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
Not so long ago someone was actually killed for only three dollars

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