lonley girl

one cold night this girl was always alone, she would tear apart at midnight she would run outside  an bang her head on the wall she would run down the hall she would play ball but purposly hurt her self with the ball, in the morning she would sleep, every one wonders why she hides she runs she cries why she wants to die or be the lonley girl who has no bones no one even loans her a phone or help her so she must be the lonley girl....

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