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These scars are reminders of a terrible world
That left it's mark on a broken girl
She tried to stay strong
She knew it was wrong
But she needed to feel the pain
Killing herself was never her aim
She just needed to feel
She thought the cuts would heal
But the bleeding didn't stop till she was too gone to save
Oh, with these two words my world did cave;
She's gone
Never again will I see her
Never again will she be
And now I don't know why I believed her
When she said that she loved me
If she loved me, she wouldn't be gone
But she is
She's gone
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Flowers of Words in the Fields of the Mind
PoetryI write these words for the hurt, the broken, the lonely, and the forgotten. May the flowers of your mind forever be in bloom. And if anyone ever tells you your words are just worthless weeds, remember that beauty is found in unexpected places, and...
