She was the quiet type.
She was somewhere near you..
almost as transparent as the air that's everywhere.
She was never the one under the spotlight.
she laughed and cried and said things that you forgot,
and then she left.
Does the air feel any different to you?
probably not.
Stories that begin in silence, are never allowed to end in screams :(
And,
She's not just a lonely girl.
She's a girl that is alone.
A storm without its wind.
Just rain, quiet rain.
[Until HE Comes Around]
She never did what they told her to
And they'll never see her dream come true..
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