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Sep 2015
Blackened souls & ****** wrists
Runny mascara & fake smiles

She waits for the day

Waiting for a chance to be
All that she is
And all that she was

Her chance..
It never comes.

She goes her room
And ends it all.
shannon stambaugh
Written by
shannon stambaugh  ohio
(ohio)   
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