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I need to talk

One day there will be a perfect world with no more pain and only the best people will remain and she is one of these people

Hey guys Nova here and I am here to make sure everyone knows this person is awesome and that we should spam her notifications

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Hello

Every single one of us is just,
          Drunk on the idea,
          That a better world exists.

I knew a girl who liked to draw, 
          She drew pictures that nobody saw.
          She was most artistic late at night,
          In the bathroom out of sight.
          SHe kept a secret no one knew,
          SHe didn't tell a soul and her gallery grew.
          Her drawings were different, no paper or pen
          But needed a bandage now and again.
          E stood by the river under the stars, she rolled up her sleeves an showed me her scars.
          She felt embarrassed and looked down at her shoes.
          Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too".

Just a cut
          Just a scratch
          "What's that mark?"
          "It was just the cat."
          Just an excuse.
          Just a lie.
          "What's with all the bracelets?"
          "Just fashion, why?"
          Just a tear.
          Just a scream.
          "Why were you crying?"
          "Just a bad dream."
          But it's not just a cut,
          Or a tear, or a lie
          It's always 'just one more'
          Until you die.

If you don't like something tell me, don't just leave me hanging there like an idiot.