they adorned her in yellow
her smile was nervous and fragile and proud
how has she not cut herself on her double edged sword
how has she hidden the scars so well
they pulled her hair back
it said no
slipped out of the plastic pink clips
she was beautiful
her wrists are bone
her eyes are hollow
her smile is full of tragedy
I'm not ready
please I'm not ready
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