A girl who had stars in her eyes,
Who silently cried at the heart breaking goodbyes.
Who had a thousand pages unread,
Who had a million poems to lend.
Who had pain in her heart,
Who didn't know how to restart,
Her fingers today are entangled with strings,
Strings which cut through everything,
Today she falls on her knee,
And weeps, saying, "Can't things get better for me?"
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