Bad Girl, Sad Girl
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Thump.
Thump.
I can hear it beating.
I can feel it beating.
But why do I feel dead.
Why do I feel like this?
Why do feel like everything on the inside is switched off?
I can't feel anything but anger and pain flowing through my veins.
No happiness.
No joy.
I feel numb like a human with no soul.
But nobody needs to know that all I have to be is a bad girl not a sad girl.
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