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Oct 2015
She
There's a girl crying
I can see her perfectly:
Long red hair
Piercing green eyes
The palest skin you'll ever see
Always listening to music; like its her lifeline, her oxygen.
The scars you'll never see on her thighs.
And the memory of accidents all over her; on her face, her arm, her legs.
The more I look at her the more I realise this girl is me.
And the reason she- I am crying is because of you, your abusive eyes.
You may not even be looking at me, but I am for certain that you're judging me, as if you were God on my judgement day.
And for that I couldn't forgive you, but just know I don't blame you.
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