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There was once a point in her life,
Where she imagined saying goodbye,
When she felt that she was about to die,
Because of the people that treated her like a lie.
Her father strayed,
Her mother went away,
And she was left all alone,
With so much agony felt deep in her bones.
She always wondered,
Why was it always her?
And she pondered,
If they could hear,
The screams of pain that she felt each day.
She is not suicidal,
But maybe she is.
If you could only read her mind,
You'd be in tears.
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Yours Truly
Poetry❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01...
