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Nov 2010
And I woke from the most deceiving dream.
And I woke with empty,
burning holes inside of me.
And I wasn't the light anymore,
I was just a girl.
Just a girl.
One day I was beautiful.
And the sun grew from my skin.
Or at least you told me so.
Or at least you told me so.
And I smile but it doesn't feel right.
And I don't know if I'm awake, or if,
Iā€™m barely alive.
I just know that one day I was beautiful.
And now I'm just a girl.
Just a girl.
Roseanna H
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Roseanna H
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