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Mar 2016
She has scars that bury deep within her wrist
Her actions come with a story that has a slight twist
Her thoughts are so loud and hard to bare
People keeping telling her she is a waste of air
She cries all night, and wears a smile all day
She just wants all this pain to go away
A razor to her is like a bestfriend
She longs for the day the pain will just end
Written by
Taylor Brinkley
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