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Feb 2014
The love of my life
The wall for my back
A girl plagued by strife
Who couldn't react
In a healthy way
So she'd hold out her hand
Grip tightly the blade
Cut till she saw bands
Of red flowing down
and onto the floor
Her lips in a frown
She cut skin some more

We met on a beach
The waves splashing in
We talked and agreed
To meet there again

I saw her at school
With bruises on her cheek
Her dad was a fool
Their fights left her weak
I would always call
But she wouldn't respond
It wasn't 'till fall
I'd find out that she'd gone

And there dressed in black
Her family stood
She lay on her back
In a coffin of wood

On red velvet lining
They laid her to rest
And I was still crying
My face was a mess

I clearly recall
The last words she did say
"If I ever fall
You should catch me, okay?"
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