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Last Bow


There’s this girl I used to know. Her smile could light up a room and her glow could make a heart skip a beat. Her love and kindness brushed off on everyone she passed. She never knew the meaning of being sad. Her hopes so strong like a triple knotted rope. Her dreams so high they surpassed the sky. Past the stars and into the universe. That girl is gone now its like shes been cursed. The smiles been replaced with an angry sad frown. The glow has dissapeared being replaced with depression and fears. Her love and kindness seemed to have evaporated and all thats left is anger and pain. 
Its a very sad thing to watch someone you love become everything you hate. More when there’s no way of escaping or changing it before its too late. This girl I speak of used to be me. Now Im just like a zombie living but dead watching from the outside looking in. True out of body experience if you know what I mean and when you see me dont scream I wont hurt you I only hurt myself. You see when asked do I believe in love I respond YES It is my most elaborate form of self harm. An explanation of everything gone wrong. You see I chose to can chose to blame everyone and everything but truth be told maybe my expectations were to high.
I grew up believing in fairy tales and second chances too bad life had other circumstances it chose to throw my way. Allowing me to be used up and tossed away. Thrown out like the garbage I am... just a dumb, ugly, fat, bitch. I tried to reach out to myself and make myself understand my live has value for God has other plans. After every storm comes a rainbow but I refused to listen for the demons were to loud and they drowned out all of the positivity being put in. I am lost no one can save me  now this is me curtain call time to take her last bow.
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