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She holds the razor,
A piece of broken glass.
He's looking for a saviour
To fix his broken past.
Everything she's been through,
All the lies that he's been told-
Every single "I love you,"
Now the world seems cold.
She picks up the knife,
He's poised to pull the trigger.
She's given up on life,
And his problems keep getting bigger.
She's just another broken heart,
He's just another dead guy-
But more than that, her life is art,
And he was the little boy who thought he could fly.
Copyright © Elsanor Bob | Year Posted 2015
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