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Dec 2012
She feels empty
Every morning
Every night
It seems like things
Will never be right


Her life is crooked
Her love has faded
Nothing she does
Is ever appreciated

Kicked aside
To the curb
No one cares
if she’s lonely or hurt

They just laugh, point and stare
It’s not like she really cares
She’s the odd one out,
The freak of the crowd

To them she’s just another joke
They wont allow her to be close
An outcast is she
Never to be free

She sees only one way out
The way that cowards take
A bullet to the brain
A knife in her side
Standing in front of a train

All she wants is the pain to subside
Archetypes Anonymous
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