Her lips quiver
in normal conversation,
she aches to release her demons that have
recently grown so strong.
She's waiting for someone
to unearth the secrets shes buried
in shallow ground.
Her secrets are hidden
in plain sight.
Her secrets are on sale-
up to 95% off.
She's holding a sign that reads
"Everything must go."
But who would pay for
a sad girls secrets?
Why should we be burdened
with her pain,
when we can barely manage
our own?
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 3:27 AM UTC
Her lips quiver
in normal conversation,
she aches to release her demons that have
recently grown so strong.
She's waiting for someone
to unearth the secrets shes buried
in shallow ground.
Her secrets are hidden
in plain sight.
Her secrets are on sale-
up to 95% off.
She's holding a sign that reads
"Everything must go."
But who would pay for
a sad girls secrets?
Why should we be burdened
with her pain,
when we can barely manage
our own?
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