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She had cuts on her wrists,

And streaks in her hair.

Cigarettes in her hand,

And some flowers in the other.

She walked with grace,

Even though her steps where heavy.

She carried herself with confidence

But her insecurities were obvious.

Her smile was undeniable,

Yet her eyes said it was a lie.

These are the girls you can’t trust.

Because you might just end up believing what comes out of her mouth.

When you should have been listening to her body.

-R.M