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If I was her I would be better less tortured and prettier If I was her maybe you would love me more hold me when I cried and stay when I told you to go If I was her maybe you would see me not the mask that I put on but the face I’m afraid to show If I was her maybe you would care when I told you I was leaving that I wouldn't be long for this world If I was her maybe you would see how broken I truly am instead of telling me I’ll be fine If I was her maybe you would need me all day every day not just when you want to If I was her maybe I’d be better for you instead of the girl with fire for hands who burns everything she touches If I was her maybe I’d learn a thing or two about the world and care enough to change it if I was her maybe I’d live my life instead of sitting in my room wondering how to end it If I was her maybe I’d still be here and not a body in the ground wondering what might have been
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
Her
If I was her I would be better less tortured and prettier If I was her maybe you would love me more hold me when I cried and stay when I told you to go If I was her maybe you would see me not the mask that I put on but the face I’m afraid to show If I was her maybe you would care when I told you I was leaving that I wouldn't be long for this world If I was her maybe you would see how broken I truly am instead of telling me I’ll be fine If I was her maybe you would need me all day every day not just when you want to If I was her maybe I’d be better for you instead of the girl with fire for hands who burns everything she touches If I was her maybe I’d learn a thing or two about the world and care enough to change it if I was her maybe I’d live my life instead of sitting in my room wondering how to end it If I was her maybe I’d still be here and not a body in the ground wondering what might have been
#love#heartbreak#suicide#insanity
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
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