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This is the tale of a girl Who lived a tough life Though not what you think It almost ended with a knife Her mom didn't beat her Daddy wasn't a drunk No her worst enemy Is someone you'd never have thunk She didn't have a brother Who made her life hell And didn't spend her days Mostly in jail No, her worst enemy was herself That was all it took No need for a bully She even had the look She called herself names Beating herself up Sometimes it was worse Then she started to cut People tried to help But only made it worse She want to die And be free from the curse Still she pushed on And tried to make it better It didn't change any She only wanted to be deader I know what you're thinking Why not just get over it? Well it's harder than that It's some really tough **** The girl knew her life Was a crumbling mess So she decided to give up She'd given her best Something stopped her though Whether it could've been fate Of some higher power She still remembers that date And is forever grateful For whatever it might have been She's decided to live her life through Until its truly meant to end
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
The Tale of a Girl
This is the tale of a girl Who lived a tough life Though not what you think It almost ended with a knife Her mom didn't beat her Daddy wasn't a drunk No her worst enemy Is someone you'd never have thunk She didn't have a brother Who made her life hell And didn't spend her days Mostly in jail No, her worst enemy was herself That was all it took No need for a bully She even had the look She called herself names Beating herself up Sometimes it was worse Then she started to cut People tried to help But only made it worse She want to die And be free from the curse Still she pushed on And tried to make it better It didn't change any She only wanted to be deader I know what you're thinking Why not just get over it? Well it's harder than that It's some really tough **** The girl knew her life Was a crumbling mess So she decided to give up She'd given her best Something stopped her though Whether it could've been fate Of some higher power She still remembers that date And is forever grateful For whatever it might have been She's decided to live her life through Until its truly meant to end
Not my best. And I don't usually curse in my writings, but I felt it was necessary. I'm sorry for that.
olivia-lane
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
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