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When she's awake at 3:30 in the morning out in the dark of night,
Standing on the balcony alone,
Don't touch her.
Her body is riddled with anxiety and could burst at any moment.
Her heart is land mine,
Waiting to explode at any minute.

So,
When she's crying in bed at 12 in the afternoon,
don't comfort her,
Because her tears are like razors,
And could slash your throat in seconds.
Her skin is infected with hatred,
And it could ****.

When she's feeling lonely,
Don't accompany her,
Because she's vicious,
And her venom is waiting to suffocate you.
She's a snake in disguise,
Waiting to attack.