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Everyone always said she was a sharp girl, they don't know the meaning of sharp the paper that her ink soaked emotions slice through every night? knows the meaning of sharp. the red, dicey, paintings on her arms, thighs and stomach? they know the meaning of sharp. Even the hands on the clock cut like knifes as she starts her fifth hour of tears, They too are most definitely sharp.
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
All That's Left of Her Glass Slipper is Broken Shards
Everyone always said she was a sharp girl, they don't know the meaning of sharp the paper that her ink soaked emotions slice through every night? knows the meaning of sharp. the red, dicey, paintings on her arms, thighs and stomach? they know the meaning of sharp. Even the hands on the clock cut like knifes as she starts her fifth hour of tears, They too are most definitely sharp.
look deeper before you think some one has it all. I feel like I haven't written anything decent in a while, bare with me, writers block is rough
alex-mcdaniel
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
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