Bit by bit
Little by little she dies inside as she cries
And when she is done she is broken
And they say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
but so far she is just dying inside little by little
Bit by bit the razor goes deeper
And her wrist floods with blood
She sits waiting
Thinking about who she used to be
Bit by bit they get over it
And she is gone
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if life is so fair then y do roes's have throns??
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