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by FallynAngel113   Jul 10, 2006


She doesn't want to breathe.
She doesn't want to exist.
So she just crys at night.
And cuts her wrists.
With all the pain she's gone through.
No one understands.
How she feels inside.
So they just stare at her blood stained hands!
If only you knew
what she's gone through!
But no one understands.
She trys to cover her scars.
With blood stain wrists bands!
The pain never ends.
It never goes away.
That is what she goes through day by day!
If only you knew
what she went through
and maybe you would understand
that there is something more
to her than scared hands.

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