Why are you, such a mystery?
A girl without a known history.
Bottled up to hide.
Kept safe inside.
From peering eyes.
And hurting lies.
The truth will set you free.
They yell their wanted plea.
They want to know.
Why I lay so low.
Never sharing.
Never caring.
They're dying to see.
My unwritten biography.
So this is it.
This little bit.
And away it goes.
Like my blood that flows
My wrist your knife.
Has been my life.
 
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