what happened to the girl who would always twirl everywhere,
who never truly cared about opinions?
only from the loneliness was she scared.
what happened to the mind sets that we always met?
we always went straight to work, ready with a hair net.
now, im afraid that they're dead.
the happiness from which they thrived was stolen.
their existence only derived from meds.
only an illusion was their golden.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
what happened to the girl who would always twirl everywhere,
who never truly cared about opinions?
only from the loneliness was she scared.
what happened to the mind sets that we always met?
we always went straight to work, ready with a hair net.
now, im afraid that they're dead.
the happiness from which they thrived was stolen.
their existence only derived from meds.
only an illusion was their golden.
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