That girl
That shy girl
the one with the glasses
the super “nerd”
The quiet girl
the one you never expect is hurting
one with nothing bad to say
She’s really,
the wild girl
with a passion for fun
She’s really
the loud girl
who wants to scream at the world
What you see isn’t what you get
she is the unknown, the unmarked, the uncharted
she is the girl.
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