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Apr 2016
Cuts on my hips,
Bloodon my lips.
Can't you see?
I'm begging down on my knees.
I just want to be free.
Don't you see?
Blade against my wrist,
I'm sure I won't be missed.
Don't be surprised,
When you see my disguise.
Beauty Without Eyes
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Beauty Without Eyes  20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living
(20/F/Im Not Sure Im Living)   
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