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Bella


Her eyes are sad

But she’s the happiest being I have ever met

And she stops to smell anything living

Even if its a shrub

But her eyes are sad

And she wants the whole world

She never cries but her eyes are red all around.

And her eyes are sad

Sad

Sad

Sad

But the only time I heard her cry

Was when she was holding on to not fall from a balcony

 
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