Girl

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Once there was a girl
Sitting infront of the wall
Thought that she was worthless
But now she is careless

She is holding a blade
Watching her blood making red shade

Every time she cuts
The blood slowly pours
builds up small bubbles
Until it brushes over her skin

There are thousand scars on her body
She always hides them from everybody

Everyday she wears a fake smile on her lips
And every night she cry herself in her sleeps





A/N : This was probably my very first poem.
Written a long time ago.

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