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Hidden girl
I see the girl
who sits in the back all in black.
Her hair down hiding ur face
all the black eye liner that smudges as she crys,
all the scars she has to hide with bracelets and long sleves.
The black polish on her nails is the only thing that shines.
With her face in a book all the time,
fadeing from reality and easeing into fantsy.
The bell rings and she slings her bag on her back.
To run out of class before she gets laughed at.
She steps outside to cross the street to sneak a smoke before she walks back to her home of hell.
Before she goes to sleep only to start all over again.
