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Pretty

I use to have a friend but my she is DEAD

dyed with 16 butterflys in her head

she was starved and skinny

bleached and blond

but she NEVER smiled...

 

Her brother was a gansta WANNABE

when ever I saw her, he looked at me

I never knew why she hated him

I never understod why he call her MAGOT

or why being her friend ment i shall

NEVER look at him...

 

Her mom left 1 week after her was birth

she wished she was barried in the dirt

I guess she never held her

I guess she never loved her

all I know it is she ONLY called her *****

and only saw her 1 time

the 2 of them and crystal in there lungs...

 

Her dad was kinda scary

he drove a big big truck

he was a big big ****

he showed her how to play getar

and how to fight

he showed her how LOVE him

and how to HATE gerself...

 

But now this girl is dead

choked on her  blood

drowned in her  tears

cut in to SO meny pices

broken like she allways was and now to Roth...

 

I had a friend so beautiful

so fun and so alive

and the truth is she is not really dead

we only wish she was...

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helena-the-forgotten-1
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Jan 2, 2011
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