Stars lineup, up high
As she sees her red wrist
And bloody thigh
She feels alive
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PoetryWho would love a girl with scars? Who would love a girl without stars in her eyes. With a soul pitch black? With demons that haunt her in her sleep at night? Who would love a girl that writes and cuts to deal with pain. A girl who'd rather be alone...
Stars
Stars lineup, up high
As she sees her red wrist
And bloody thigh
She feels alive
