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Writen By Paula Sulcaite (me)

A girl.

Young, tall, "pretty".

Smart, loud, happy.

Lovable, "cute", passionate; as they all say.

She's a b***h.

Her heart warms others,

like a soothing blanket,

in the cold winter snow.

She "loves" life;

whatever that means.

She took a step,

one small step at a time.

Her confidence grows weaker;

her emotions grow stronger.

Her fake smile apparently,

doesn't fool anyone.

Her tears, gather the Crowd.

The hungry little kids run to her.

She falls to her knees.

She got a cold,

her heart is stuffing tissues,

up its veins.

Where did the love go?

Your such a b***h.

Slam; 

her fist to the wall.

the blood rushes out

of her sick heart.

So gross.

Her hair up,

Her body hiding,

her throat clogged,

shes away from us.

Fling;

The big but weak hands to her throat,

the tears run down her cheek.

She drops to her knees.

"I'm better than that..."

Her words.

Dropped the books,

Her soul,

Her heart,

GONE.

Lights off;

Body in bed;

deep breath in b***h.

Deep breath in.

The seven little children run,

they hug that b***h.

Her eyes grow open.

Her heart beats,

and beats,

and beats.

A song was made

A melody was born again.

She smiles again,

Her bitchy heart smiles again.

Her hands towards the keys,

her lips towards the camera.

Her arms are out towards them.

Her smile grows.

The seven children run,

to wipe her tears away.

She talks,

she sings,

she speaks again.

She is open again.

Thank you Seven.

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Author's Note

Hope u like it..

Reviews

[Idiotekque]

Very, very interesting Paula. I like it.

[Tj Chana]

Inspiring... cant find any other word to describe it love