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Became a child put away older things
She dreamt she could fly with blue velvet wings
Inside she would cry
her friends selfish dreams
She dreamt they would die their bonds weakening
Indifferent to the cycle of apologies
Wasted
lies they must face reality
you’ve gone too far your friendship will pay
this time you are you’re slipping
away
She knows you hide, your needles can’t say
syringe of lies turns her blood to grey
In her blue velvet
dress
locked away from all the pain she’ll hide
Inside she can rest
and run away from every rain she’ll
survive
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