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She

by natalie-ryan

They anger her make fun of her tease her about her mistakes Taunting her Using the past as a weapon While she looks over her shoulder She drowns in an abundance of witty smirks and chatter It swallows her With no breathe left They call her selfish They say she has grown stone cold Assuming while knowing nothing Knowing nothing of the ache Cluttered inside They don't know she cares She cares for more than herself Her selfless heart embodies her mind Overflowing beyond her limits She is one who cares She cares for those who have hurt her And left her with frayed edges They severe her trivial existence She is alone With only the wounds that fashion her shrivelled soul She is misunderstood Only if they knew that she cared
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Jul 27, 2014
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#sad#life#pain#hurt#feel
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