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Re: Song/Quote of the day! -
November 9th 2014, 08:56 AM
How does someone so loving
Learn to hate her own guts
Drawing a picture on her arm with a blade
As if her mind isn’t dark enough
For her imperfections
There was a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last
She wrote a few notes:
'I'm sorry I didn't say
But my mind was messed up
You couldn’t save me anyway..
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