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Pixie cutter
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by Anonymous
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She cuts her arms in fits of despair
Hiding in the darkness wishing to reach out
I view her wretched body, wanting to shout
She doesn't see me or how much I care
Her body dove white, red tainting fair.
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Terrified I watch her with eyes turning wet
yet grossly consumed by this freakish behavior
She looks upon me as though I'm her savior
Saying she's fine, I can't help but fret
Remembering the scars from the first time we met.
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Why can't she see that this isn't the way?
The screws dig yet deeper in the flesh of her skin.
Blood leaks out everywhere, expunging all sin.
Still I sit speechless, unsure what to say
I sense a strange debt that she feels she must pay.
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Finally she stops and stews in her shame,
calmly cleaning the life-force that's dripped on the floor
barely managing to stand as she leans on the door.
Compared to earlier, she now seems to tame
Foolishly I wonder if it was all just a game.
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Deep down inside though I know that's not true
Never before has she looked so small and frail...
I want to say something but her skin is so pale.
No words will come for her eyes are so blue
Searching my own for some sort of clue
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Acceptance or otherwise she won't find in me
I make sure instead she sees nothing but love
along with a smile from heaven above
She answers my warmth as though it was key,
Giving a grin as she's finally set free.
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