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She's Dead
Oh, the poor dear,
We never saw it coming.
We never saw it coming.
Oh, did you hear?
She killed herself.
Oh, the poor dear,
Must've been wanting for attention.
Oh, did you hear?
The freak cut her wrists.
Shh... that whore,
I can't believe she waited this long.
She was such an awful bore,
about time miss 'I cut for attention' offed herself.
Shh... that whore,
found herself some guts, did she?
She was such an awful bore,
The freak in the cornor, who never stopped the rumors.
Oh, the dear.
The whore.
The bore.
She was a girl.
She wanted to be loved.
She wanted someone to care.
Certainly paint a picture,
Certainly paint a picture, some nice rhythm but dark poem. Good poem.
It was written in a quick fit
It was written in a quick fit of passion and was left half-unwritten so you can feel where the muse fades in and out, but thank-you!
Very very much!
Love,
LovingLovelace
If your mirror doesn't find you one of the most beautiful people it has ever seen, punch it and find a better mirror.