Cursed girl

Cursed is she who wanders on mother earth all alone.
A dark cloud hovers over her head her only companion
A constant reminder of the in coming storm.
Everything she touches is cursed.
No matter how gentle the touch
it still withers and dies.

And with every death she dies a little too.
She walks around with an invisible tightening within her chest.
Its like a hand is wrapped around her beating heart squeezing the life out of it.
Happiness is but a dream, inner peace a wish and true love a fantasy.
Screaming on the inside blank on the outside.

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Cursed girl

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