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Sep 2015
Sad little girl lying alone,
In a broken lonely home.
Her scars have faded but the thoughts still sting.
And she whishes the words would die and fly away.
she talks to her friends, that live in her head, eating their lies as she slowly dies.
YoursTruly
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