A little girl
There was a girl who always smiled.
Tissue as hair, snot for tears.
She lived in a big empty white room with red, blue, and green at its highest intensity.
She laughs a hopeless laugh to one day laugh again.
She sits alone in the corner watching others go by as they say hi to people she doesn't know.
She tries to say speak up but a sound proof cage blocks her voice.
The tissue haired, snot eyed girl wants to be seen but she sits alone in her big white room that is intensified the red, blue and green.
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