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Superstitious girl, don't fall in love with him. He has half a heart and half a mind. Superstitious boy, don't fall in love on a whim. Too tall, too skinny, you can take your time. I read a book about the perfect girl, but the pages were old and torn. He wanted tall girls with short hair because the perfect girls aren't the ones who are born. I read that the cutest girls are the ones who think they're ugly, and how the superstitious ones are the best to kiss. I read a book about the perfect guy, and it turns out they're the ones all the girls walk by.

I tried to count my scars, But I couldn't tell Where one began And another ended. So I tried to count the cuts, But I couldn't, because Blood smeared across my skin, Connecting them like a thin, Red veil of pain. And so I cried. I cried a single tear, because When I need to cry, I can't. Finally, I sat down, And put pen to paper, Or fingers to keys. And tried to write my emotions. But I couldn't, because I don't know how to tell the world What I feel like, When I have no right. I looked from the blood stained tissues, Across my torn body, Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me. Another tear was p