Her skin was the paper
Her blood was the paint
She took the razor
That once made her faint
And wrote his name
She is gone because
Of him
And
He feels no shame
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
Her skin was the paper
Her blood was the paint
She took the razor
That once made her faint
And wrote his name
She is gone because
Of him
And
He feels no shame
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