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She's blessed with a curse By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
She paints a pretty picture
yet this story has a twist
her paintbrush is a razor
and a canvas is her wrist.
You think you know her story
and you see her in a light of glory
but behind her bright blue eyes
she tries to hold her cries.
Through your every lie
she held her head up high
every name you called her
you made her feelings stir.
So she tried to remain calm
and not turn to self harm
but the bullyin' got worst
and she began to feel cursed.
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the blood spilled out more and more
she was blessed with a curse
as her coffin layed gently within the hearse.
She began to feel fierce
and her glances could peirce
There was no cure
The pain is what she used to adore.
She used to sit in tears
realising her fears
now shes oh so tearless
and her mind is clean and fearless.
She cant feel the pain
its making her go insane
the she is the girl and the girl is me
i was a bird locked in a cage but i set myself free.
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