One girl
I'm only one girl.
What can't you see?
All those words you write down are killing me.
As you write I bleed.
As your done I die.
Why do you write these thing?
Why do I cry?
I'm a friend but he wants more.
What the heck do I do?
Do I cut myself into more?
If people love me so much.
Then why do I cry?
Why dose he do this to me?
Am I living a lie?
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