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She cut herself again.
She cut herself again.
The question is always the same, why?
She looks at me then looks away
And silently says ask me another day.
I try to grasp the concept
Try so hard to accept
I ask her not to it again
She looks at me and smiles
She says “i wont”
But her eyes tell a different story
The question is always the same, why?
She looks at me then looks away
And silently says ask me another day.
I try to grasp the concept
Try so hard to accept
I ask her not to it again
She looks at me and smiles
She says “i wont”
But her eyes tell a different story
Published 23rd Oct 2012
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