March 13, 2011
Her heart, he soul,
Everything, let go.
Words spoken, mind whirls,
Nothing left, just a girl.
Pretty outside, ugly in,
Who'd have guessed, she'd never win?
Laughing it off, hiding pain,
Her heart in battle, bloody lain.
She covers it up, pastes a smile on her face,
Boy, don't forget:
She can't be replaced.

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