.The occasions written out on my arms,
I can't tell the events apart.
They blend together,
Fading into one another.
Is this what I wanted?
Never.
I wanted to be pure,
But my own mind turned corrupt,
Poisoning my thoughts.
They all say pretty girls don't cry,
They don.
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