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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 13, 2016
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Poetry
i lie awake thinking how i die i want to die voices in my head they don't leave me alone i want them gone i'm done i'm tired i want to sleep for ever i lie awake alone.... ---------------- --------------------------- One Two Three Four Scars too many Blood on the floor She thought it was just a nightmare So she blinked One Two Three But unfortunately She was never To be free ------------------- ------------------------- mirror mirror On the wall I just want to be thin Pretty and tall I change my hair Will someone start to listen And care -------------------- ---------------------------
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