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Sep 2013
I am that creepy stare
Across the hall.
The weird laugh
In the crowd.
The shortest one
ever.
The girl who just
Wants to be happy.
The girl who looks happy
But is so empty.
Who wants to travel.
Who wants to go
To college far away.
Who wants to speak
3 languages.
Who wants to be
Famous.
Who loves a good book.
Who cries when
Sherlock dies/not.
Who smiles at the thought
Of others smiling.
Who likes older men cause
She has daddy issues.
Who has an old soul.
Who likes girls way more
Than she should.
Who writes poetry
To get her feelings
Out.
Who takes art seriously and
Tries her best not to
Make art on her wrists.
Who wants the best for
The people she loves.
Who wants to make magic
With Harry potter.
Who just wants to fit in.
Who wants to be
Happy.
Who wants to smile for
Real.
Who wants to live.

I'm sure there is more but it's 7 ******* A.M. And I'm tired as ****.
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