Curly Hair
A girl with her insanely curly hair.
She is sitting right over there.
She is always smiling always happy and bright.
You will never see that smile fade, a continous beam of light.
There is a dark side though, I have seen it.
Not many people do, I think sometimes that smile is more of a grit.
She has been injured on the inside.
A past experience about which people lied.
How do I know all this you ask?
Just let me take of my mask.
You see.
That curly haired girl is me.
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