They sit there
And stare.
They think they know me
They don't.
They ask, "why?"
Hell if I know.
And they will never know why.
That's the beginning of my story. It ends the same way.
But before the beginning, I had
hopes, dreams.
Just like every other girl.
"Don't be silly, little girl.
You'll soon grow up and realize
that the world
is one ****** up. place."
Not as ****** up as myself, though.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
They sit there
And stare.
They think they know me
They don't.
They ask, "why?"
Hell if I know.
And they will never know why.
That's the beginning of my story. It ends the same way.
But before the beginning, I had
hopes, dreams.
Just like every other girl.
"Don't be silly, little girl.
You'll soon grow up and realize
that the world
is one ****** up. place."
Not as ****** up as myself, though.
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