Broken
Broken
She was sad,
She was changed,
And every time I looked at her, the sadness grew bigger and bigger.
This dull cloud in her heart rained hatred never stopping.
But she says she is okay, Like she does not realise what she has turned into.
The sparkles all over her face got dimmer and dimmer...
It is like she was possessed, One time she is be happy all time... Next time she is Wicked.
She was lost
She didn't know how bad this was
She was drowning in her head... But didn't need a savoir...
We were loosing her...
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