The Quiet Girl

She is like a gost,
She isnt like most,
She doesnt talk,
She has no friends,
Though she doesnt talk,
She has alot on her mind,
She has scars on her arms,
She has scars on her heart,
She is scremming for help,
But no one can hear her,
She is drowning,
But no one can save her.

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