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Dec 2014
Her
If I was her I would be better
less tortured
and prettier

If I was her maybe you would love me more
hold me when I cried
and stay when I told you to go

If I was her maybe you would see me
not the mask that I put on
but the face I’m afraid to show

If I was her maybe you would care
when I told you I was leaving
that I wouldn't be long for this world

If I was her maybe you would see
how broken I truly am
instead of telling me I’ll be fine

If I was her maybe you would need me
all day every day
not just when you want to

If I was her maybe I’d be better for you
instead of the girl with fire for hands
who burns everything she touches

If I was her maybe I’d learn a thing or two
about the world
and care enough to change it

if I was her maybe I’d live my life
instead of sitting in my room
wondering how to end it

If I was her maybe I’d still be here
and not a body in the ground
wondering what might have been
ashes on ashes
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ashes on ashes  Washington
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