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she put on a smile, but it only lasts a while. she laughs at funny jokes, but inside, she is broke.

when she is all alone, she lets the tears flow. she picked up the blade, to try and fill her needy craze,

of wanting to be painless, for her skin to be stainless. but the blurry colors keep coming back, so tonight she'll be up for another midnight snack.