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old habits die hard
back against a tree
head bowed low
eyes full of tears
to brave to show.
in her hand a letter, never to be sent
in her pocket a blade, warped and bent.
long scars form the past mark her arms,
its been a year now scince a blade caused her harm
no more suffering no more pain
one small cut cut, before i go insane.
one fast sweep,
cut real deep
she held the letter to her chest
she smiled at the end.
her razor turned red in the moonlight
welcome back...old friend
head bowed low
eyes full of tears
to brave to show.
in her hand a letter, never to be sent
in her pocket a blade, warped and bent.
long scars form the past mark her arms,
its been a year now scince a blade caused her harm
no more suffering no more pain
one small cut cut, before i go insane.
one fast sweep,
cut real deep
she held the letter to her chest
she smiled at the end.
her razor turned red in the moonlight
welcome back...old friend
Published 23rd Apr 2012
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23rd Apr 2012 5:26am
Insight to an ending of a failed heart and exhausted soul. Thank you for the flower.
24th Apr 2012 00:35am
24th Apr 2012 00:43am
just let youre fellings tell you what to write as gay as that sounds its what i do :)
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