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Dreams don't come true...That's why I'm still here. |
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"What are those broken pieces, there?" You ask. |
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My tears unravel like ripped ribbons. |
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Tonight I will let my blood pour out on my selfish raid... |
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Scarred wrists and mascara tears that the world will never see... |
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It's crazy how still, people don't see, though it's displayed so clearly - the pain in me... |
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And you know, it hurts...but I'll live another tomorrow... |
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Does it hurt when you think about me and how broken I am...? |
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Just roll up my sleeve |
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My pillow is now covered |