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Description
She keeps playing,
Silly games,
Slapping faces,
Calling names,
Waiting inside,
Her "Protecting walls,"
Kicking herself,
As she falls.

Her therapist understands,
Why she slits,
Her arms,
And Hands,
But her therapist,
Is a small white rose,
Hoping its bud,
Blooms and grows.

She slowly grows soft,
As time goes by,
Until one day,
She decided to fly,
Off the building,
Onto the street,
Just like a bird,
With the heavens at its feet.

Description
She keeps playing,
Silly games,
Slapping faces,
Calling names,
Waiting inside,
Her "Protecting walls,"
Kicking herself,
As she falls.

Her therapist understands,
Why she slits,
Her arms,
And Hands,
But her therapist,
Is a small white rose,
Hoping its bud,
Blooms and grows.

She slowly grows soft,
As time goes by,
Until one day,
She decided to fly,
Off the building,
Onto the street,
Just like a bird,
With the heavens at its feet.