She tries to please them but it's no good.
She walks away and pulls up her hood.
Tears fall as one by one appears a cut.
She stares at the wall and feels the blood.
She tries so hard to hide,
She wishes she would've died.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
She tries to please them but it's no good.
She walks away and pulls up her hood.
Tears fall as one by one appears a cut.
She stares at the wall and feels the blood.
She tries so hard to hide,
She wishes she would've died.
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