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When I look into your eyes,
All I see is dark skies

People see the smile on your lips,
But no one sees the cuts in your hips.

You say you are better than okay,
Yet you break down at the end of each day.

You want to be dead,
But you keep it all in your head.

Quiet you will keep
As you cry yourself to sleep

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 25, 2014 ⏰

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