| A Poem... |
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| There's a girl who sits in the corner of my room. Her arms and legs covered in scars, showing the foul pieces of her life. She cries for her mother who doesn't here a word of her daughters pain. There's a girl who sits in the corner of my room. She reaks of pain and tortue. Her tears burn holes in my carpet and her blood leaves stains on my walls. There's a girl who sits in the corner of my room who screams and howls like a wolf at the moon. There's a girl in the mirror I see her there Her eyes are like mine, as is her hair There's a girl in the mirror Her hands soaked in blood Tears run down her face as she looks for an excuse for what she has done. I sit curled up in the corner of my room Waiting for my tears to dry and hoping my cuts heal soon. -Christine |
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| Note: I DID NOT write this. This chick Christine wrote it and I really liked it. |