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She grew into leaves
As she wrote into her bleeding notebook
Collecting diamonds from every drip
Balancing on a crystal dream
Erasing reality
Swallowing fantasy
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Faraway, a letter grew wings
And printed itself to the girls skin
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Invited to Depression’s Party
She swept away her notebook
And dressed herself in poetry pearls
Ink slippers stained her feet
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As she twirled backwards to her demise
Silver cobblestones and golden chariots
Greeted with royalty
She entered the Razorblade Ballroom
Which kissed her graciously
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She was given porcelain razors
Covered with colorful gems
“Go ahead my lovely and dance with them”
Evil whispers filled her little head
“Suicide will be proud”
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She began to dance with those beautiful razors
But then she saw those delicate butterflies
Fluttering gently on her wrists
She then remembered her vow
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To never ever harm those creatures
Because if she harmed herself
Those butterflies will die
The razors fell and shattered
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The Razorblade Ballroom
She promise to never visit again
She realizes her bad decisions
Can affect many
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She lives her life today
Being a world wide example
To those who are hurting