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Those great big brown eyes,
Those long, curled, beautiful eyelashes,
The empty heart inside.
No soul lives within,
Just darkness,
As if all the good melted away,
After many years of sadness,
Assuming there was good to begin with.
Those perfect lips,
That lovely voice,
Only tells lies,
Just to make me hurt.
Those strong hands,
That shiny knife,
Tempted to plunges into my breast.
Why not?
Its brother is already in my back.





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