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There is a girl who cuts herself
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I don't know why she cuts herself
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I don't think she knows
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Either
781 · Nov 2014
Your Colours
As the colours of your eyes dripped off my fingertips
And into the air
I sighed
They are grey again
Why are you grey again?
I thought you were over feeling empty

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