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Oct 2017
Thursday, September 7th, 2017
She might’ve dressed to impress
She dressed to the nines all the time
But can’t you read between the lines
Couldn’t you see the signs?
And see the way she shines when she,
Gets that feeling,
The feeling when she looks in the mirror
She doesn’t give a **** about anybody’s opinion
She doesn’t want to be one of the world’s minions
Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you
You say she’s a ****, she says she doesn’t give a ****
But underneath, her bones are breaking from the sticks and stones,
Her heart is hurt from those words that were supposed to not hurt
But when you **** with her, you **** with me, and trust me
In the end you will have wished you never called her a ****
You,
She has problems of her own
She doesn’t let them show
She doesn’t want to seem weak, so she doesn’t speak
But on the inside she’s crying, and that shine is dying
The feeling of looking in that clear mirror
But in the end
You called a dead girl a ****
Rylee
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Rylee  18/F/Canada
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