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Please
You think you could hurt me?Well you didn’t, I swear I didn’t spend nights cryingPryingMyself to piecesLike, why didn’t you care?You think you can break me?I call this character buildingBlocks like Lego Who I amKick it downIve got a new diagramI rebuild myself better each timeYou think you can love me?Try harderPlease
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Her feet sway slightlyLifelessAll the blood goes there to dieHer knees are getting bluerHer skin begins to cryShe used to be so mightyNow lifeless her legs lieBut her mind is spinning circlesHer eyes as blue as the skyWatch out onto the openShe still holds her head highShe sits upon the window sillPins and needles moving…
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