it is dark beneath her lids, alone with her thought, she trys to pull out the knives
they are so deep within, it hurts to take them out just as much as it is to leave them in
shes a shadow of the girl she wants to be most, she dwells
a precious clam with the girl inside she used to knew so well
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your poems really speak to me. they remind me of what i've been through and then i remember that i'm not alone.