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She was a beautiful creature Outside and in But they marked her up By her so called sins A beautiful creature Voice so loud Waiting for someone To hear her out A beautiful creature Her smile shone bright Careless of what went on inside A beautiful creature Voice gradually became low A beautiful creature She froze like stone A beautiful creature With no happiness to call her own A beautiful creature With under eye circles so dark A beautiful creature But her smile doesn't spark A beautiful creature She cut her glowing hair And made herself a room Under the stairs Where her beautiful voice Sang along with sorrow The beautiful creature who lost her belief in tomorrow A beautiful creature But they tore her down Until the beautiful creature Listened to sorrow's sound A beautiful creature They hang her photos by the stairs To remind everyone Of the beautiful creature she were
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
A Beautiful Creature
She was a beautiful creature Outside and in But they marked her up By her so called sins A beautiful creature Voice so loud Waiting for someone To hear her out A beautiful creature Her smile shone bright Careless of what went on inside A beautiful creature Voice gradually became low A beautiful creature She froze like stone A beautiful creature With no happiness to call her own A beautiful creature With under eye circles so dark A beautiful creature But her smile doesn't spark A beautiful creature She cut her glowing hair And made herself a room Under the stairs Where her beautiful voice Sang along with sorrow The beautiful creature who lost her belief in tomorrow A beautiful creature But they tore her down Until the beautiful creature Listened to sorrow's sound A beautiful creature They hang her photos by the stairs To remind everyone Of the beautiful creature she were
It is a terrible crime to slay a unicorn. Drinking the blood of a unicorn will keep you alive even if you are an inch from death, but at a terrible price. You have slain something so pure that from the moment the blood touches your lips, you will have a half-life. (harry potter and the sorcerer's stone) to anyone who as ever harmed a beautiful creature how do u like ur half life?
#helpher#suicide#socalledsins#embrace#why#beautiful
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
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