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i once knew this girl
who would talk about the
strangest things in the world

i'd imagine her to be
lost and couldn't see
what really could be

she had troubles
inside her own bubble
you could hear her mumble

she was as sweet as could be
but strangers would never see
the pain has thrown out to sea

i saw her grab some pills
ready to give up the drill
this life she was ready to spill

---------------- I have no idea why I wrote this. It was probably because of a song I recently heard.