Cursed Girls
Girls are good at faking,
Their heart on for taking.
They don't care anymore,
Emotionally they're sore.
Yet, they fake a smile
And drive each mile.
They hide behind makeup,
Drinking from their tea cups.
They think it'll keep their worries away,
But it only gets worse each day.
But, these girls don't know it,
Without them the stars wouldn't be lit.
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