The Real Me Emerges
Im that girl thats always quiete,the girl who hasn't got a voice,she dosent want no drama,its just her personal choice..No drunken fights in public,no arguments galore,she just sits there in the corner,observing eyes always on the door..Taking in all the surroundings,she listens then gives out good advice,sitting there just listening,as quiete as the mice..Oneday someone will just push her,she will see a sea of red,her friends will see a new girl emerging,words and thourghts spill out her mouth,a feeling of utter dread..
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