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Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars At least they weren't wounds anymore Just memories of a girl who lived there before Side to side; crooked As if done carelessly I knew her movements weren't careless They were precise Dancing Boy, could she dance Pretending her thoughts were light Like the skirt flowing out around her Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars Because she knew she needed to heal
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
healing
Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars At least they weren't wounds anymore Just memories of a girl who lived there before Side to side; crooked As if done carelessly I knew her movements weren't careless They were precise Dancing Boy, could she dance Pretending her thoughts were light Like the skirt flowing out around her Her wrists were meant for music festival wristbands and scars Because she knew she needed to heal
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Oct 20, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
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