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Post by tragicxwhore on Jun 10, 2006 0:59:02 GMT -6
Pretty girl walks through the halls Her makeup is so smeared. Her shoes untied and she’s to hide Something so unclear
Pretty girl is perfect And she won’t show today for pretty girl’s perfection Slowly fades away.
Pretty girl is looking bad Rumors start to spread. People say some hurtful things And tears begin to shed
Pretty girl starts walking fast. Walks fast right out the door. Pretty girl runs to her home, And falls right to the floor.
Pretty girl is sick of lies, And sick of being fake. Pretty girl looks at herself And begins to shake
“You’re nothing! Not anyone! Or anyone to be!” Then she picks up a tool And pulls up her sleeve.
Pretty girl no longer exists As she did that day, For pretty girl has fallen asleep And in the ground she lays.
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Post by Laura on Jun 10, 2006 17:26:00 GMT -6
Well some of the rhyme seems forced and it's a clichéd topic but you did fine with it. I do like how you used the general term "tool" instead of the overused "knife" or "razor". My favourite part was:
"for pretty girl’s perfection Slowly fades away."
--They all do with time.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on Jun 14, 2006 6:54:53 GMT -6
Hehe, I love the message behind this. So many girls think they are just so perfect and it's great to see their downfall (just maybe not their killing themself)... No matter how mean that would sound.
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