sally smiled softly as she slit her scrawny skin while shedding sorrowful tears.
sally should've sat, she fell on her back, her head hit the mat, and her ears heard a crack.
sally was sad, she wasn't glad, no she's not mad, she just really hates her dad.
sally hid her pitiful expression that showed her server depression, with a shameless obsession of a guy with a thoughtful question that could've made an impression if he was able to express it.
sally never had a friend before and she couldn't tell if it was much more, but a lucky knock upon a door, a guy that looked so poor, a friend from next door, is all she wished for?
sally's house was never grimy, she made it look nice and tidy, a metal statue that looked shine, was not a statue that looked too mighty, it was sad and lonely and far too tiny, it's face a mess it was surely whining, afraid to leave it's friend named ryley, until it died but don't be crying.
sally was a sad soul whose's friends were always too dull, a secret they left untold, that made them feel invincible, thought it made them too cruel, sally followed like a fool.
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