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A lonely girl,

With her vacant stares,

Screaming in silence

But nobody cares.

Her pain goes unnoticed,

No one can tell.

She smiles like an angel.

But she's living through hell.


Her eyes brim with madness;

She cuts her own skin.

Her sad little smile

Fades and grows thin.


Scars on her body

Scars on her soul.

This hateful world

Has taken its toll.

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