But The Girl wasn't depressed,
She was just a little sad
A little bored
A little abstract
A little confused
And a little happy
All at the same time.
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Poetry"She is that one extra school book you always buy but never use. She is that song you always skip on your favourite bands CD, there's always one. She is the clouds in the sky, so common they are dismissed. She is the dead flies on a logger...
