She walks around with a plastic smile. Pretending everything is fine. She pretends her life is the best. When inside she's dying, sick of all the crap. Wanting to end her damn life. Wanting to just go away, because nobody knows, nobody could understand all she's been through. Nobody would notice she thinks in her head if I left today never to return. But she keeps that smile. Plastic, never letting her true feelings show.
Then with a gun to her head and the bite of the bullet on her mind she pu…
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Posted on May 5, 2008 at 5:51pm —
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