There's a girl in a room
The girl is crying.
There's a plant in the window
The plant is dying.
There's a boy in her heart
A boy who's lying.
There's a room with a window
The girl is flying.
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PoetryWe are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are soci...
