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Mar 2019
Dripping black
Crying eyes
A dark spirit that never dies

She takes in sharp breathes
Watches her steps
And covers her bleeding, torn arms

The blade is ******
The scars are deep
Along with the sadness that lies beneath

Her tears are black
She cries in class
Nobody looks or even asks

To be alone
To be afraid
To be yourself and rejected anyway

To be emo
Just be yourself... No matter what they say.
Thorns
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