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Sep 2014
words, words, "worthless *****"
cuts on her wrist and blood on the floor
nobody knew how she made herself bleed, nobody knew how she wanted to conceed
she covered her scars all too well, so they continued making her life hell
she cried and cried and cried
all their hurtful words
are the reason that pretty girl died
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Grace Marie
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Grace Marie  New York
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