Yesterday, she ran away,
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couldn't stay.
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She just couldn't take it anymore.
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Pressed on nails and make up trails
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on her face from crying the night just before.
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She looks outside to see the beauty has died
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so she closes her eyes, but the tears keep on flowing.
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The hurt and pain are unending again
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when she falls to the ground
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and remembers what her friends had said:
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"You're not as cool as her
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you could be funnier, and smarter.
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Cooler, skinnier, taller, happier."
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That's not the way He sees her.
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She's paying for thunthoughtfulness of her friends.
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They didn't think their words would hurt her,
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but the pain, it never ends.
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Every ten compliments are killed by one insult.
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Walking around all by herself.
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She feels better now
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when she remembers what her dad told her:
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"My darling girl you mean more than the world.
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You're precious to me, funny and honest, you see."
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He looks inside to see the beauty's alive,
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so she closes her eyes and beginning to thank him,
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she says, "Hey dad I'll be with you till the end
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my faith will never go dead.Ħħ
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She remembers the words that he said.
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| Curbsquirrels |
