Anonymous Ghurl

I have no song
But still I sing
I let my voice
Fly on wing
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Strom clouds swirl in the air
Disturbing hair on your head
Blowing debris in your path
Broken tree limbs and trash
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Three months and no cuts
That's a long strech of time
I'd been doing it different
Wrote it out in rhyme
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I stand in the Fog, afraid to move.
I might Fall. It calls. It wants me. I fear It.
The Crag, Hole, Mouth, End, Edge, Crack, Ledge, Bottom, Pull.
All names for It.
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Torn butterfly torn butterfly
Seeing you there it makes me cry
Torn butterfly your wings they tore
From the weight that they bore
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Go to sleep and close your eyes
And dream of broken butterflies
They tore their wongs against a thorn
You know the pain they have endured
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The Queen of Hearts is dead and gone
By her hand she was slain
The Prince stands like a statue
Quietly crying in the rain
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A letter writ in blood
Wirt apon my sikn
The reddness leaking from me
Leaving only blackness within
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Just because I'm smiling
Doesn't mean that I don't cry
Just because I'm living
Doesn't mean I don't want to die
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A Latin phrase that's kind of fun
It translates to 'Of Many, One'
It means though we are not the same
To this place our Fathers came
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I'm sick of the bullshit
The rumors and lies
The rot and decay
And the swarm of black flies
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Row, row, row your boat even as you sink
Take a step forward as you stand at the brink
Ba ba black sheep of the family
Woolen bag over on my head 'cause I want to be free
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A is for anxious
B is bequest
C is for cutter
D is depressed
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Oh Master my Master
Oh where have you been
I wallowed in filth and
I drowned in sin
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Here for first time cutters is a warning for me to you
Cutting is not the answer for the pain you're going through
It may seem at the time that your options are small
Cutting only makes it worse and I will tell it all
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Shade and Shadow
Dark and Night
Demons move
Beyond your sight
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When a bone is
Broke in two
Where they heal
They're stronger. You
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Broken windows shattered mirrors
The tiny slivers fall like tears
They cut me till my arms run red
They make me wish that I was dead
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Once there were three
We were He, She, and Me
We three, we were free
Happy, joyous were we
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The world's distressed
That's plain to see
Filled with slaves
That think they're free
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