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I’ve been trying for weeks But I can’t seem to find it I’ve been biting my cheeks like the idea is inside them   But the blood starts to pool with its signature taste I feel like a fool,
Gray tinted skin With splotchy pink cheeks Ashy peppered hair, Sprinkled under soft stars Cracked tired lips, Blue from the frost Wisped breath Flowing, churning,
How strange That hands so gentle could touch with such fury And damage so intensely. How strange That hands so rough could touch the hearts of so many SO tenderly. How strange 
I was a young girl Confused with the things I had experienced and seen I was too curious I tried to experience love So imaginative
She’s got a tongue in cheekway with her kissesthey’re breathlessand scarring, leavingall these marks of crescent nailssaying “screw you”  
Life has changed me,
I wish life were easy
There's a rough path to your dreams, kid. You're going to get beat down and maybe even run over, You're going to reach a point where you feel like you can't take anymore. Not everyone can throw money at their problems,
I don't understand. That's all I can say. It's my life you have banned! It's the same thing every single day...
I cry sometimes because I’m human too I cry sometimes because there is nothing else to do I cry sometimes because I can’t hold it all in I cry sometimes because everyone doesn’t get a happy end
They don’t have much life in their bodies only in their eyes Their bodies sore with daily task Thoughts are thick Putting a heavy weight on their minds Drained out Full of fear and sorrow But in their eyes
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