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Cutting, cutting,
Lines of red...
[[This is the begining of a poem i was writing...
She looks in the mirror and pokes at her thighs...
Not sure what she should do now.
So much to gain, so much more to loose...
They've destroyed my life
Slowly tearing me apart...
It's 4am, she's awake again, trying to block out...
She's 6 years old, with more life experience then...
Not sure what she should do now.
So much to gain, so much more to loose...
Not sure what to do
Can't keep it all inside...
An old poem i wrote a year or so ago, i just found...
Opinions...
We're just two messed up kids, |
Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. |
She was a beautiful boy,, dressed in [s.i.n]ღ |