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[It’s always raining here.]
 
 “Show me what exists and what
 Doesn’t; Because I’ll prove to you that
 Even if it does exist (fat chance)
 It doesn’t matter anyways.”
 
 Her eyes are so hollow. The color
 Slowly drains away from them, dripping
 Down her cheeks in streams of
 Blue iris
 And black mascara.
 
 She constantly feels alone, other’s words
 Wash away with her tears and she is
 Left with herself.
 Again.
 Life doesn’t feel beautiful when
 You’re alone. The empty space seems
 To penetrate through the curtain of
 Dark. It proves that there’s no one
 There to lean against.
 
 Seconds blend in to be minutes,
 Hours seem to fly.
 No matter how long she sits,
 Her thoughts are still stuck on
 That one word, the
 Focus of her entire being.
 
 “Emo.”

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