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by Honey Kisses 18   Oct 7, 2004


Her eyes crying silent tears
Tears rolling down her face
No one sees her deepest fear
So she wants to leave w/o a trace

Blood racing down her scarred wrists
this crimsom ocean filling up fast
she tries so hard not to exist
all b/c of her horrifying past

When she talked no one listened
They never heard her undying screams
They called her a child of sin
It's too late for help it seems

And as the darkest blood swallows her whole
The demon that haunted her took her home
To her own peace, where no one can go
So she can be alone where no one knows

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