She was hated
Unloved
Lack of attention.
And People have always
See nothing but ugliness on her
Years Passed by,
Oh, She have grown Beautiful
But there it was,
The Madness in her Heart.
Too Late.
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For People who only care when it's too late.
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Poetry❝my tears and heart started to write down their own words 'cause my hands refused to do so.❞ Highest Rank: #41 on Poetry by 7-7-17 Written by ellethetic COMPLETED
