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Blue eyes; Black mascara; Blonde hair. Dark is All she feels, All she wears. Words are All she has To say. She cries, She shivers Every day. Still, she smiles; She writes For you. You keep Her alive, Happy too. They put Out her light, Her fire. They loved her, But were Only liars. They left Left her there In pieces. They killed her When all she Wanted was peace. But now They aren't they're. They're gone. She needs You know- Anyone.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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