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Shaking hands

Shaking lips

Look away they won't notice


Bruised wrists

Cut hips

Stop wincing stupid


Teary eyes

Im fines

Smile girly now or else


Now look them in the eye

Tell another little lie

Hope someone will notice


Sit in the dark

Tell about it

Who will they see

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