Standing tall and strong,
An oak amongst the tulips.
Pretends to not see
Things said about her.
The lies spread from ear to ear.
Do they even know?
Alone in her room
She sits, Music blaring loud.
Razor in her hand.
The blood rushes forth.
She begins to feel better.
Only to return
Tomorrow.
~Mali
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