May 2015
A broken mirror,
A bleeding fist,
A sliver blade against a wrist,
Tears falling down to lips unkissed,
Ignore her and she won't exist,
She's not the kind you'll come to miss..
A bleeding fist,
A sliver blade against a wrist,
Tears falling down to lips unkissed,
Ignore her and she won't exist,
She's not the kind you'll come to miss..
(north Carolina)
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