Thursday, June 30

a broken smile was all she had, a broken smile was all she ever showed.
a sad little girl, but with a past of the happiest.
she didn't fit in,
but she wasn't shunned either.
misery was not her middle name,
but she wallowed around in agony all day.
it ate her;
inside-out,
it tore her mind apart.
still, there was nothing wrong with her life..
was she just born bizarre,
born with a broken clock perhaps?

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