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Sad Girl

Puddles form at the bottom of her feet, another night she cries herself to sleep. If only she could find a way to escape the pain, to break this curse, and once again become sane. She is so sick of the fights, sick of the lies, what girl is this, who constantly cries? She hates everything, and she hates everyone. She lost her lust for life, when life lost its fun. Maybe someday she'll be perfect again, she won't hate the world, she'll be just like them. She'll be that perfect girl everyone looks for, she will be happy for once, and not want more. But until that day comes when life is completely right, she'll drown in the tears that she cries at night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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