Just a normal girl, just a normal life.
Then on her fifteenth birthday, she was cursed.
Everyone around her was caught with strife.
Around her, death is like a rich man's purse.
With no one to love and no one to care,
she lived alone in a sketchy old house.
She slowly was consumed by great despair.
She could never wash blood stains from her blouse.
She did not wish to be so bad like this.
She had wished to have friends around her.
If they come near her, they are on the list.
When people see her, they yell "oh my gerd!"
Why had she not lived with a curse so bad?
She just wanted the life she never had.
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