Drip. Drip. Drip.
The sound of water leaking through
the faucet.
Clank.
The sound of my lipstick falling to the
Floor.
AHHHHHHHHH!
The sound of my voice shouting to the mirror.
Who is that girl?
With a perfect face,
And a wide smile?
That's not me
That's not me
That's-
.....me.
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Thoughts Of The Dead Girl
PoezjaShe 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.
