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Jan 2017
In this designer bag I have a one-way ticket to the place where the monsters go

under this expensive make up,
no blood just ice that flows

beneath a stoic exterior lies a girl feeling so low

She looks to the frozen Earth for comfort,
but nothing in the ground can grow

the sun is gone as her heart turns cold

You can see her hurt manifest into anger
when her eyes turn black as crow

she's dangerous when she's alone
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