Something wasn't right in the eyes of her.
Something brought this girl, under.
She wasn't on the same level as everyone her age.
Another level under, another stage.
Those who knew her, knew her well.
Another unforgotten, another story to tell.
Grace to the way she held her face.
Counting scarecrows, on the base.
Now listen carefully to what I am going to say.
She's beautiful but she's not okay.
They tried their best to change the bad away.
But through it all she still wants to stay.
Let's work together and try to clear her mind.
She will be happier, for the things she will not find.
If you see her trudging along the road.
Then grab her peacefully, for the stories about her are better left untold.
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