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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Death · #669347
A little poem about a girl I once knew
There she was in the cold spooky room,
hiding in shadows of pain.
About to go wander the streets all alone,
in search of some clouds full of rain

She was embraced by the sunshine but wanted the shade,
for thats where she felt she belonged.
Everyone thought she was harming herself
for thinking somehow she'd been wronged.

But that wasn't the case she just wanted some piece,
to know herself beyond her skin.
Well, nobody knew that and everyone thought
that she wanted all of that sin.

Although she scared them they teased her and taunted
and made her wish she were dead.
But now that she is and it's all there fault
no one admits what they said.
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