Too Late

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The red liquid flowed out of her skin,

The ribs began to show on her stomach,

The circles under her eyes were more dark,

Yet the girl played the role as the happiest,

She made everyone happy,

Everyone but herself,

Hidden under her mask,

Was a depressed broken girl,

Her demons were slowly shattering her,

And all she could do was silent scream,

I'm fine,

Don't worry,

Go away,

What she meant to say was,

Help me,

Notice,

Stay,

But you won't know that,

Until it's too late.

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