Something
she sits she wonders why the world keeps spining
why every day some one dies or gets rapped
wondering why she is not pretty
she sits and stares in the mirrow wishing she was pretty like everyone else
she wishes she was not one of those who have died
she wishes was stilll alive to make the wrong things better
she wishe she could change the world but she can not
because it still would be hell
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