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Freaky Psych

By , Bolingbrook, IL
Not knowing what to think,
She sliced another layer of skin.
The blood flooded freely around her,
Making a crimson pool.

How could he have lied to her?
Why did he break her heart,
When he promised he wouldn't?
He just lied to her,
And she died slowly inside.

She gave him her heart,
Her soul,
And he just crushed them, turned them into dust.

Now she lies in her own blood
Dead from her broken heart
He shattered her into pieces
And no one could help her
She was left alone with a broken heart





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