She is one of those girls, made of hunny and pain
With glass in their eyes and fire in their hands
She is one of those girls, filled with despair and never ending screams
With boys in their body and hateness in their heads
She is one of those girls, filled with happiness
That only covers the anxiety in them
She is one of those girls, always dancing in the rain and always laughing in the sun
She is one of those girls, covered in scars, that nobody can see
Crying for help that she never got
Until there was nothing to save from her, anyway.
The ending doesn't make sense but here you go :)
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