Laugh at my mistakes,
Mock my flaws,
And kill my dreams.
That's what you do,
Isn't it?
You kill anyone that can warm
your cold heart.
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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.
