The razors you hide under your pillow
The cuts you hide under those accessories
The stains you got from the acid spill
The wounds that scarred you from the recent kill
No fear left, not a nerve to wreck, just skin and a bone
How sweet the taste ], raw flesh, young blood
When those two rivers turned into flood
Everything that didn't kill you that day
Only roses hid your red, garden say
The whole garden watched you get raped
But the truth, little girl, is yet unsaid.
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