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Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey
face down across your floor
as long as you don't tell all your friends
you know me well enough
that i am flammable
you've plain my story something unforgivable
without the styling grace
you have capturing the brink of tomorrow
with the last breath i take before dark
you still know everything in that long hallway
you have to figure me out
you're in my room and in my shadow
from my bed into my head
this is what living like this does
From Rachael: So I came across [this] dated back when I was about 14-15. A couple of these were the darker—bloodier ones I had mentioned. Punctuation isn't correct, and I don't know the correct way to format any of it either....
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