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Jordan
A girl and boy left in her room
Veins seep through
Melting her corrupted skin tissue
Veins that hold
The scariest of all truths
They wiggle, they squirm
Making way to obliterate her only heart
No longer small or pure
Replaced with an absolute hurt
Sure of the pain
These red and blue strains incorporate
Her brain forever shaped
With the number eight
I am only eight
