There sat a girl with the prettiest of smiles, whose intentions were laid to waste. That girl, who’s eyes could light up a room, hiding tears too bitter to taste.
 
This same girl, with a laugh so whimsical, leaves me listless in her wake. A girl with glorious gifts to bestow, tossed away with past mistakes.
 
There sits a girl who no longer believes, love now foreign upon her soul.  A girl for whom I now pity, for her demons have all control.

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