This Girl, by ♥ Break The Tradition |
i look into the mirror there is someone worthless staring just staring back at me tears silently form behind her eyes which she once thought pretty but soon those eyes were covered by the lies once so bright, so blue, so alive turned gray and sad as if, as if they had died she sees her body and calls herself fat starving herself until she is weak always alone always alone this girl is hopeless this girl is weak this girl is ugly this girl this girl this girl is me |
Posted: 2006-02-06 13:39:30 UTC |
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