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Strangers

Walking through deserted streets
No one knows my name
No one sees the girl scarred underneath
And that's the reason that I came

A smile won't be plastered on my face
Because no one knows my story
No pretending to be happy in this place
Strangers will do it for me

Life here isn't set out for me
Like the bed where I have to sleep
Or the pills I have to eat
Here I am the real me

I'm not a broken mistake
I'm not a regret in the world
I'm not a long time fake
I'm simply a little girl




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cayaTWThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 17 at 7:45 pm:
I like it. It keeps a nice rhythm and overall tells an interesting story.
 
CWells_521This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 18 at 11:35 am :
Thank you.
 
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