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Jan 2014
red
my eyes are red from
all the tears i've cried
my wrists are red
but healing with time
the wounds on my heart
are fresh and raw
and that'll probably
be the only part of me
that may not ever heal
Violet
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Violet  inside an ocean of pain
(inside an ocean of pain)   
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