She wore a bright smile on her face.
Every day I knew her.
And I thought she was a happy girl
because of that bright smile.
and I'd think how she must have the world.
She was a happy girl.
Always bright, always cheery, always optimistic.
Then one day she swallowed a bottle of pills
and never swallowed again.
I thought I knew her-
I thought she was a happy girl-
Guess I was wrong.
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