Warning: Mention of the word 'killed'
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She hung out with the rougher group,
or atleast, the ones her class deemed rough.
She was beautiful,
yet misunderstood so often,
and I don't know why,
but she didn't care.
Or maybe she did, and hid it really well
and it rocked her boat in the rough waters.
She bit her lips till they bleed,
she said it hurt but,
she felt the most safe when she did it.
She wasn't wild or indecent or inappropriate,
but she spoke as if she was afraid of the world to hear.
She respected those who respected her,
quiet; when they failed to keep their temper in check, but
I never saw her curse.
She wasn't a dark horse,
or maybe she was
but she looked so calm and peaceful,
even though she was done with the world.
She spoke to the moon, maybe
maybe she k!lled them in the night,
because the next day,
no one would dare to say a single word.
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Ikigai {生きがい} || Poetry
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