She was hurt.
She was cut.
She had to just to know shes alive.
I knew her when she was happy.
I know.
Because I am her.
Not knowing what to do.
I was hurt.
I was cut.
I had to know I was alive.
My pale skin was easy to cut.
When I knew i was.
I didnt want to be.
Nothing is here.
Because...
Im gone.
 
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