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She looked down at herself and clenched her fist,
Facinated by the red that dripped down form her wrist.
She had so many secrets, but no one to tell,
No one who knew her at all, very well.
So all these secrets she told to the moon,
Whom always told her she can't leave this soon.
So the moon knew all the secret, he was some kind of keeper,
"See you tomorrow" she said and cut a little deeper

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