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Rock, paper, scissors.
Let me have the honor,
To showcase my talent,
Of letting you know a story that you probably haven't.
Giving up in the middle of a fight,
Holding on to promises colored black and white.
Haven't you heard of the girl in this alley?
She's bright, and cheerful, and they always describe her jolly.
You played her feelings,
Yet she's still smiling.
You left her crying,
And yet she's still pretending.
Pretending she's happy,
You prolly thought "Ofcourse! She's jolly!"
Her cries became laughs,
And her tears became the blood she coughs.
You might haven't known,
Her weak side, she have never shown.
She died in the end,
You never knew, coz she always play pretend.
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YOU ARE READING
HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
