The girl who's heart was cold and bitter.
Her face so pale, that she looked ghostly.
Walking in the wrong direction, every way she goes.
Wondering, does anybody know?
How mad she is inside, nobody knows that she crys.
Blood dripping down her wrist, making puddles as she cries herself to sleep for the last time.
Leaving secrets, memories, and all the pain she felt inside.
This is her last goodbye.
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Submission Name: Mistaken
