I wish to heal
From mental to real
My wounds bled through
Everyday it hurt out of the blue
She looked up and wondered through
Thy heart ached to be sewn.
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| 女の子| the girl
PoetryTHE GIRL who has many thoughts in her head THE GIRL whom doesn't want to speak THE GIRL who has a voice but a silent one THE GIRL wants to shout out the words but instead, writes them day and night
