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I did it again I thought I had stopped But the red spilling out of my thighs Proves me wrong Yet again I wasn't meant to be the girl with scars But here I stand Hiding them under my skirt Where no one can see
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Standing
I did it again I thought I had stopped But the red spilling out of my thighs Proves me wrong Yet again I wasn't meant to be the girl with scars But here I stand Hiding them under my skirt Where no one can see
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
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