By day she smiles,
By night she weeps,
Her blood runs down,
And hits her feet,
She blames herself,
She doesn't eat,
Her body's strong,
Her spirt's weak,
She takes some pills,
To fall asleep,
To numb the pain,
To kill the beast,
Her wrists are stained,
She went too deep,
By dawn she's dead,
Her spirt free.
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Lovely, Deep, & Dead
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