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I know you're in there... |
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She drew chalk hearts on the sidewalk, |
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I'm not afraid of dying, |
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You have no idea what I've been through, |
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You can miss someone that died, |
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My worst nightmares became real, |
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People who think dying is the worst thing, |
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Write this down. |
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I hate my insecurity. I hate how I choose to be. I hate all the tears I cry. |
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I wonder if she ever thinks of me, and all the promises she swore to keep. Some nights I lay in bed just burning up, |