Be careful, my dear,
Don’t cry, beautiful.
Your makeup might smear.
The scars on your arms,
They bring me to tears.
Releasing all of your sad, sad fears.
You don’t need more.
You sting and you’re sore.
I love you so much, my dear.
So stop all the harm,
All those people are wrong!
Your beautiful soul will heal.
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