"Let me see those eyes, mmm, don't cry, hush now, turn around,
take two steps,
and cough out that candy heart now.
Don't you know it's too sweet. It'll kill you, it's already having you believe people truly care about you favorite color, or why you love white clovers so much. They don't. Hush, please...oh, child, you don't know; toughen up."
"Or what..."
"Or your candy will dissolve, break, or rot. Tears, life, and people do that, but, hon, you will survive. Here. Coat it in tar and clay, and come back in two weeks."
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Save The Girl
PoésieIt's not my job to save you. It's not anyones job to save you, my dear. You see the sword, use it not on your skin... instead point it to the demons that smile back from the shadows. ° "Save The Girl," is what I usually tell myself when I'm about to...
