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look at this


Look at this, what do you see

look at her, look real close

you see the faint red little lines

she will act surprised, and lie

oh that is was my cat

yea I am fine just another lie

but those who don't know her 

shall nave know the truth

she sits alone crying

her parents will not know 

till it is too late 

that deep inside she was yelling

yelling for help

crying, screaming for help

no one knows what she is going through

the cuts the lies the screams inside it is not until tonight

everyone will now her whole life was a lie

when it was ended by the tip of a silver blade

the one that made the cuts 

now she lies with the ones before her

they say their goodbyes act to cry

but we all know they where big whits lies

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