She sits in silences thinking of ways someone can finally understand her she wishes it didn't have to be like this in her head a tornado Is forming the very hateful words form the devil on her shoulder even the angle agrees and she only wishes it could be over she looks in mirror afraid of what she will find thin lips that she never quite liked cute little button nose that she doesn't mind eyes making her squint to be able to finally see the tired bags pushing on her lids hard for her to open them for once she wishes that looking down on her checks no tear stains will be upon them
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