January 12, 2011
By IrieHorton SILVER, Henderson, Nevada
IrieHorton SILVER, Henderson, Nevada
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Scars everlasting,
Lie upon her flesh,
Wounds so deeply opened,
They should have been her death.
Everynight she crys,
You watch as another piece if her dies,
So lonely and cold inside,
You think you know her life,
and the pain she endures everyday,
theres not much more she can take,
She just wishes she could die.

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