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Curled up in a ball / Her shoulders shook vigorously /

Her eyes welled up with tears / Her lips are chapped /

Her skin pale against the moonlight / Their words hit her like daggers /

She was judged like an unopened book / She was condemned, left behind /

Alone, with her ocean of thoughts / They took everything from her /

They stipped her out of her daydreams, her refuge / People often dub her as the lost girl /

And for some certain time / That remark became her truth /

She is a lost girl, a lost cause / A soul stranded somewhere deep /

Inside the darkest chambers of her mind / Trying to find the light again /

Trying to swim out the demons and monsters / Who've drown her /

*taps keyboard*

"Guess that's enough," this she did as she wiped the crimson red liquid on her wrists...

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