She Won't Exist

A Broken Mirror,

A Bleeding Fist

A Silver Blade Against A Wrist,

Tears Falling To Lips Unkissed,

Ignore Her And She Wont Exist,

She's Not The Kind You'll Come To Miss...

This poem is about: 
Our world


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