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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #957468

A short poem about how friendship can help anyone, no matter how miserable.

I am the girl
who calls your name,
wanting your life
for mine is vain.

I am the girl
with the cold, crooked fingers,
fearing more misery
as my soul lingers.

I am the girl
with a heart cloaked with thorns,
pricking anyone who comes close,
thinking I will get torn.

I am the girl
with the most heart-warming friends,
picking me up
so I could be joyful again.
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