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One Boy


As that cold razor slices through her skin all she can do is think her brain never stops saying that it should have never happened She was so young but her hand keeps moving her mouth sealed shut as to prove they can't help anymore Her brain keeps thinking She can't get away from it the scars line her arm as if it was a piece of paper long slender lines going up and down To and fro her brain says to stop he isn't worth it But her heart keeps saying he should've listened He should've understood She thinks she needs to get away but her hand keeps moving across and across Until she finds she can't handle it anymore And her hand moves once again to go down down towards the horrid place Where the veins sit She realizes he will learn that when a girl says something he should listen Deeper, deeper the razor burns until there is no more to cut No more hurt Her brain has stopped thinking, her heart has stopped hurting The blood has poured all because of one stupid boy
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