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So sign my wrist with this blade so everyone knows who left me this way |
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H3Y COULD YOU PL3ASE R3AD MY PO3M |
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My mascara so run |
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XXx...I Give Up |
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I cut my skin |
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And with those words |
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Roses are red |
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&& she jumped off the 18 story, spreading her arms and screaming your name, praying that it would giver her the strength to fly |
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For the girl who only writes in a diary so she can say what he smelt like today |
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Your kiss was a posion that's killing me slowly |