Girl in Black Heels
The girl in black heels sat alone,
left inside her own broken home.
The girl in black heels felt no fear,
no love, no pain, and no sense of way.
The girl in black heels sat in a laundry mat,
as her organs died under a needles preasure.
The girl in black heels was left alone,
by a mother who lost their home.
One thing the girl ever knew,
was that boys had a rough touch,
and chemicals were her best friend.
The girl in black heels died that night,
after the drugs taught her how to fly.
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