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She's crying over there.
Hidden in a white corner Does anyone even care? No-Body could possibly understand, could they? If they did, then why did they all just walk away? She's looking at you with pale green eyes. But you reflect ignorance. You ignore the young girl's cries. She feels so Scared. All she ever wanted was a hug. Anything. A sign that someone cared. But she never got it. Now she's alone. Facing ahead. And before her she sees through thick motted tears An escape route. Less tears are now shed. A think stone falls into her heart as she notices no one realizes and she begins to tear all apart. Breaking, Crying, Screaming out People walk by; muting her shouts This is the only way she sees. She's only young Never even knew the birds and the bees RED streaks the pale white walls A Dove flies above her head. It flies higher releasing a welcoming call. She floats along with it, and looks down. Towards where she lies, still soaked in cries And sees the little face beside hers The one made of Metal. It's smiling. Smiling. Smiling. Smirking. She didn't escape this time. She continues to cry. She's left in the solemn world. Feeling hurt; wanting to die Just her and the Razor Blade Smile.
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