Broken Inside

November 16, 2013
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Dark, deep and empty she stares into her life.
Alone in her battle with the sharp end of the knife.
From all her pain, this is her only pleasure.
The scars are the only thing left to measure.
The sharp sting to remind her she's alive.
The clean cut is where her only emotion thrives.
Another day, another hidden scar.
Another day, another lost wish upon a shooting star.

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