Mystery

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She sits alone

At the back of the class

Her past unknown

Chock full of mystery

She dresses in black

With her hair in her eyes

She turns her back

Chock full of mystery

Her hand hangs low

As she walks down the hall

Ripped backpack in tow

Chock full of mystery

She won't speak when told

Her head shaking no

She's scared, her heart cold

Chock full of mystery

The whispers follow her

When she walks home alone

She acts as a lure

Chock full of mystery

They pelt her with questions

She chokes back a sob

But there's nothing she'll mention

Chock full of mystery

She sits in her room

With a voice like an angel

She dances under the moon

But she's chock full of mystery

Too shy to reveal

She won't unveil

And it's too surreal

So she's chock full of mystery

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