But she's getting better
They all said
She's eating three meals
And her wrists are clean
But little do they know
With every meal I eat
I die a little on the inside
And they don't think
To check anywhere
But my wrists
So no,
I'm not getting better
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 11:11 PM UTC
But she's getting better
They all said
She's eating three meals
And her wrists are clean
But little do they know
With every meal I eat
I die a little on the inside
And they don't think
To check anywhere
But my wrists
So no,
I'm not getting better
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