Apples

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by DefiNOTely

by DefiNOTely

Hey you,

Yeah you,

Sitting there Alone.

Scars trailing,

From your wrist,

And hidden on your collarbone.

No one knows,

Not a soul,

What you have to hide,

But if they did,

You wonder if,

After all the tears you've cried,

Would they feel guilty,

Would they feel bad,

Or just treat you all the same?

Now everyone's been broken,

Nnd to be honest anyway,

We're all fucking insane,