Screaming, dreaming of her past
choosing, losing, falling fast
waking, shaking, she cannot sleep
hiding from the things that creep
crying, lying in her bed
spinning, all she sees is red
breaking, faking smiles all day
nobody knows she feels this way
fighting, writing down her thoughts
her pen and paper is all she's got
feeling, peeling away her skin
my infected angel, my perfect sin
 
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