Before pain seeped through me,
I felt nothing.
Saw nothing.
Heard nothing.
It was like the calm before the storm.
I started to feel every fiber in my being ache,
I see all the ugly shades I cannot even name.
I hear my sobs and shouts.
And then,
I was empty.
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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.
