Her ruler

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These scars etched into my skin

She starves, she is more thin

He laughs her heart placed within his hands

She wishes she could make a stand

Her body is weak, her hands are frail

Depressed alone, if only she couldn't fail

Her joy was ripped straight from her chest

She wishes she would be layed to rest

His eyes so cruel

He has one rule

She lies alone

His hearts a stone

His laugh made her heart jump

A big ' thump, thump'

His smile made her gleam

If only he wasn't the one to haunt her dreams

These scars etched into my skin

I wish that I was thin

I do not trust a single soul

For he stole me within a single toll

I am her and she is me

I'd rather hang myself,from a tree

The last breath I'd take

I would remember you,the fake

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 08, 2013 ⏰

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