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Oct 2014
Her eyes,
filled with sorrow and lies.
Her heart,
slowly falling apart.
Her smile,
its been fake for a while.
Her wrists,
carved with perfect slits.
She's depressed and alone,
her voice is a mere drone.

No one there to listen to her,
but, then again, who would even care?
Call Me Satan
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Call Me Satan
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       ---, Rana Ayman, Micah, blythe, Poetic T and 21 others
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