The death beauty laying on the floor.
people have tried to help her with words of love.
she can't just throw away that garbage in her head.
instead she paint a fake smile in her face.
this will be over she reminds herself every day.
I wish that day could come faster, so I can fly again.
Ugly poetry that doesn't rime from my diary.
done. not again.
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