The girl in the last row

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Can you see her?

The girl in the last row.

She has lowered her eyes.

She doesn't talk.

She is just there.

Probably you have never paid one second of attention to her.

She is nothing.

For you as well as for me.

Nobody who is worth to pay attention to.

She is nothing.

But have you ever wondered what happens in her mind?

I think her world isn't just black and white.

No, it is colourful.

But just where nobody can spot it.

Have you ever asked yourself how her life is like?

No, of course you haven't.

She is just the strange girl,

everybody tries to evade.

Her life isn't easy.

She begs for help, but can't say it out loud.

Because people would then tell her that she is a freak.

A loner, a slut, a freak, that she would be lazy and a disappointment.

Nobody could love her.

That's what she believes.

There are scars on her body.

And they are not an accident.

That's just what she says,

when there is no other option. 

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