She Won't Exist
A Broken Mirror,
A Bleeding Fist
A Silver Blade Against A Wrist,
Tears Falling To Lips Unkissed,
Ignore Her And She Wont Exist,
She's Not The Kind You'll Come To Miss...
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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