Her other side

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Empty thoughts

A dying soul

Heartless heart

Clouded vision

Pounding head

And thick tears

Red tired eyes

Yet a mute voice

A black frown

In darkness

Lines made

Bright red

Her messy hair

Is this normal

She asks

Stupid little girl

Your depressed

Now only am

A true friend

Let your life

Slide from your fingers

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