"Everything has a reason" you said.
"There isnt a reason for everything" I
retorted.
With your eyes fixed on me, you
retorted back.
"There is a reason for everything. It's
either we are just too tired to know it
or we are just too impatient to wait
for it".
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Thoughts Of The Dead Girl
PoetryShe was the girl who gave everything. She was the girl with the most beautiful smile. She was the girl with a big heart. She was. And now, she is just a dead girl with a blank face, broken heart and head full of thoughts.
