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They go around the circle
Telling their tales of despair
The longer it's been since it happened
The less it shows from them
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The new boy starts his talking
The tears come rolling in
She looks at him with pity
She used to be just like him
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She meets him as they leave
He asks her why she won't cry
She sighs and pats his shoulder
The problem is how not why
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Pink
Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
