This poem(Not even a poem) is angsty??? i wrote it at 1am so.... it's gonna be weird. VERY WEIRD.
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trigger warning: Mild gore and mentions of suicide.
Everybody called her Apathy
That wasn't her real name, but she was dead, so the logical conclusion was to pretend she didn't exist.
Although, It was rather hard to avoid her. A horrid sight with eyebags drooping six feet, hanging by a crude skipping rope noose from the school gate. Constant gloom walked her face. Any remnants of colour were gone, but a striking red seeped into the stone pavement below her.
Not much was left of the school anymore. Or the people who went there. The girl still hung about, eternal, a human windchime.
At least, that's what she'd have you believe.
The ghost girl sat on the school gate, gazing content toward sky.
Her name was Caroline.
(Palate cleanser coming next chapter)
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