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She hurts herself, it's all she knows                                                            ­                                                                                              ­                                                   
the pain inside grows & grows                                                            ­           
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It runs too deep from head to toe                                                              ­      
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How do you stop the wind that blows?                                                           ­ 
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Self-inflicted wounds, no relief in sight                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                           
Light the fuse on the dynamite                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                  
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She scars herself, but can't release the knife                                                            ­                                                
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Can't see the sun, it's always night                                                            ­                                           
 She cries & cradles her legs with her arms                             
                
Knows the enemy who does the most harm                                                      
                                                                ­                                                          You'd think that would set off alarms                                                           ­   
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Can't someone save her with their charms?                                                          ­                                                      
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  She has never known the feeling of love                                          
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Noone has held her high enough                                                           ­ 
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Is there some way she can rise above                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                
  The self-destruction she's proof of
I wrote this in 2010, after a serious breakdown
Written by
Sherri Woodman  63/F/pa
(63/F/pa)   
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