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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