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Oct 2013
She plays with razors and traces her scares
And counts her flaws like her counts the stars
You would think you know her
Until she goes home later that night
You don't know that everyday her thoughts get darker
And her hope is sinking away
Her mind is so tired of thinking
She wants to be anywhere but here
To everyone else she is a happy girl
She was never understood
They never ask why
No one caches her tears
Nobody holds her and tells her things will be alright
She thinks a gun will solve her problems
But a blade will do for now
She is alone like the moon
And it will all end someday soon.
Marshall Lee Johnson
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Marshall Lee Johnson  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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