THE SECRETS OF A FORGOTTEN GIRL
The crimson knife on the kitchen counter, the crying girl dripping blood. Her pain will only get worse inside, but she hides it with her scars. The clothes she wears scares her parents, the smiles she forces concerns her friends. But no one will know the pain eating at her, she can't wait untill the day she dies.
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This is the journal that from now on will hold all my poems that dont have to ryhme.
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