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With a pen she wrote a story, Stretched across her old notebook. About a girl who wanted to be noticed, And a boy who refused to look. And she wept and wept and wept, Leaving an inky, tear-sodden page, But she swept the issue under a rug, And brought it all down to their age. With the same pen she wrote, This time on a newer, nice notepad. About her dropping, declining grades, And how her parents were so mad. And she tried and tried and tried, To hold her emotions behind her eyes, And she realised she would never be good enough. No matter how hard she tried. With a drag and a puff of smoke, And something alcoholic between her lips, She wrote drunkenly on a piece of paper, About how her life had come to this. And she winced and winced and winced, At the messy drawings on her am, How some were faded, how some were fresh. How she could cause herself such harm. With her crimson wrists the subject, And a piece of broken glass. She wrote her final story, Before her body would finally pass. And she stayed silent, silent, silent. She was a stature laying in red. She thought “What use to words on paper have When I am already Truly Dead.”
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