She is storybook pretty she has the blond hair and the tinny waste from the outside you think to this girl has it all, But then the storybook girl disappears she’s dead and you think to yourself maybe she was more than just a storybook girl because you never know what she had going on you never know how deep someone else’s scars run you never know no not at all, so next time you took at that storybook girl don't throw her shade but show her love because who knows you might just save that storybook girl
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Author:
Autumn (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 3rd, 2022 09:08
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Comments1
Such a fine piece! We all secretly yearn to be someone we're not. We just have to love ourselves! We're imperfectly perfect. Lovely poem! 💖
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