i knew a girl once
her name was lorie
she was quiet
and a little lonely
her mind wandered
into unknown places
but it got the best of her
and she would never become fearless
she lost a lot of people
one after another
and she became so numb to the pain
that her heart wouldn't even shatter
but as she grew up, that girl
her heart would once again feel
and only then,
did the fear and grief and loss struck her
lorie doesn't wanna look
but lorie has to
because if she doesn't,
she'd be forced to live a lie
a big,
fat,
ugly
lie
and all that guilt
and regret
and fear
would come crumbling down on her
crawling, begging, screaming
for her to hear
but lorie decided to shake her head
and lorie decided to finally look
and it was so much betterso
much
better
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𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘
Poetryi look at the white bells hanging off green shanks - they are perfumed with death.