Her

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Have you heard of the girl with stars in hers eyes

That when she gawks the galaxy expands

Or that her whole heart is made of velvet

Throbbing and pulsing with all her demands

The girl that chuckles from the audacity of those lesser than she

All the riches and wealth a girl could want that she just can't see

Maybe you could have some sympathy for a girl like that

For Christ sake she's dying on the inside

Could you leave it like that?

A soul so distraught it seems to already be dead

She wants you to know, to feel her sorrow

But all that becomes apparent is the life she's lead

In the dead leaves of winter, her being lies

She stares blankly into the dark space

In the place that should've been her eyes

She truly feels nothing, in this moment she is truly dead

Grey eyes, cold skin

But hey, that's the price for the life she's lead

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