Pretty
Porcelean skin, eyes empty. She's so beautiful laying on the ground, lifeless but so
graceful. Why are they crying? If they knew the real you they wouldn't be here.
Eyes full of heavy tears falling like pitiful diamonds.
But I know you, who you really are. A spiteful miscreant who will do whatever it
takes to get what she wants. I also know the part of you that you hide so far within
your darkest reaches. The sad pathetic side of you who is searching for approval
from all the cowerdly simpletons who plague this meaningless planet.
Im glad you're there, dead. You're not graceful nor beautiful. Cause know the real
you. There is only one thing I regret. That you can't watch as I walk away.
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