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Mar 2014
She wakes in the early hours
gets undressed and takes a cold shower
looks in the mirror
wiping the fog to see clearer

and she says to herself
"Why can't I be someone else"
"Who am I, Who am I"  
And I wish I could tell her
You are the stars in my sky

Even with the scars on your arms
and the holes in your heart
shes still beautiful
shes still beautiful
even with tears in your eyes
and your broken paradise
your still beautiful
your still beautiful
Twisted Stiches
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Twisted Stiches
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