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Taylor Brinkley Mar 2016
Kisses of an angel
The freckles upon his face
They appear from every angle
And not one is misplaced
Taylor Brinkley Mar 2016
She has scars that bury deep within her wrist
Her actions come with a story that has a slight twist
Her thoughts are so loud and hard to bare
People keeping telling her she is a waste of air
She cries all night, and wears a smile all day
She just wants all this pain to go away
A razor to her is like a bestfriend
She longs for the day the pain will just end

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