her tears were blood
her cries were scars
her skin was ash
and her life was death
– people born to die
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Poetryshe built herself a castle but it was a castle made of cards even the queen of hearts would not be able to shield hers.
sick
her tears were blood
her cries were scars
her skin was ash
and her life was death
– people born to die
