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Post by alostandbrokensoul on Jun 22, 2004 18:46:01 GMT -5
She always had a look never a smile on her face she was always reading a book and she wanted to meet her fate.
People called her names and laughed behind her back played jokes and funny games to be accepted she lacked.
She hated her family she never had a friend she tried to fit in but herself she had to defend.
She acted like she wanted and dressed the way she liked her life seemed to be haunted she thought she was just a mistake.
So one day she left this world was just to mean so she ended her life on her sweet sixteen.
No one came to her funeral no one even cried all they seemed to know was just that a girl had died.
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on Jun 26, 2004 6:05:38 GMT -5
this was tragic. i felt like this at 16, it gets better, trust me. x r x
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Post by Seth on Jun 26, 2004 23:43:01 GMT -5
Love the emotion and the last stanza was killer. It's a shame that when you aren't cute or in shape, you're labeled as a loser. Just about everybody experiences this kind of neglect, I too, feel it. Wonderuflly expressed; A sad, beautiful and true to heart piece.
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