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She was a skinny little darling Lost in the chaos of the world Anger built up till she could feel no more She pushed them needles in her skin Yea..

I find it hard to think To speak or breath The weight ofhis world pushing down on me I made a life But shall I keep it His face already haunts me..

old.

she rose from her spot like a liquidy gold soaking up the light her makeup so bold her ruby red lips parted to laugh her voice was magic no louder..

we sit here under the polluted night sky retelling all the feelingswe try to leave behind weve poured our souls out to eachother sitting wrapped up..

so i fall back unto the floor my mind screaming another demand my legs keep shuderring my heart keeps hurting my mind is pounding its lack of sle..

So she sit there with her hair in her eyes She cant help it she want to cry She wants to scream She wants to die He stares away from her eyes ..

so please tell me why i want to cry i was so sure unsure i felt my decision was rightt i am right arent i so tell my why i want t scream i was po..

sitting here staring up head hurts like the time we tripped up shoved up needles in our arms cant stop wont stop dont care about the harm sitti..

so we scratch the glitter off our arms wipe all colors from our face disallusioned lost in space we cant comprehend the harm that we've inflict..