precious life gone

a girl so rare, beautiful, precious as a pearl yet no one understands

so many scars on her hands.

is the world really this cruel? the words, the rules

written by fools.

how could a delicate flower be left in the dust.

left in the rain to rust.

people need to understand the words being said.

she is left alone surrounded by red.

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