the little girl
when you look and a little girl you think aww so cute
then you see and smile and think its cute
if you pay attion she s skinny from starvaton
she has cuts on her arms lgs up her sleves she wears
over sized sweaters to hide the pain
if you still dont see it look into her eyes ou can see the no sleep the red ness from crying
you can see the pain she has been through
everybody sees a girl with a smile and all these little cute hoodis
but underneth she has bruises from jumping and head acks from
ove dose she just wanted to die because she thought
everybody would be beter off with out her
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