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remember that sad, weird girl?

the one with bags below her eyes

the one that tried to run into the

church bathroom in order to release her solemn cries.

she stayed in the basement

or went into the back parking lot to jump

in the puddles and get her dresses wet.

the local boy would always try and figure her

out but she was never the type that would

try and make friendly conversation.

you'd watch her behavior and mannerisms.

write down on a notepad what you think

is going on in her life.

and you swore that you were going to make

it better and that she wouldn't have anything

to worry about anymore.

everything was going to get better

and she was going to light up

every room with her glowing smile.

action was never taken place.

and instead she just got older

slowly growing into the old, bitter woman

that everyone knew she was destined to be.