The Unknown Story There was a girl, pretty young thing. Looked about 13-14. Sitting on her on, in a deserted park. Slumbered in the jungle gym on her own, her mind dark. Gentle drops of blood dripping down her arm.. Scars from the dreaded razor blade gleamed in sun. She looks out to horizon, all depressed and glum. For only she is the bravest of them all, tortured though inside for all that she has done.
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