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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?
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
Her eyes
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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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
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