Sparks City

February 5, 2019

You make it known I’m unwanted, by your cruel words, I am haunted.

You let me down. I hate this town.

All I do is care, you just, compliment my hair.

It’s isn’t fair.

She moved to sparks city, and began to think,

at least I’m pretty.

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