I'm not special.
I dont plan to be important or remembered.
I'm the girl who looks at the world wondering where I fit.
I'm the girl who makes myself sad to see you happy.
I'm the girl with no morals.
I'm the girl who underestimates the world.
I'm the girl who you hear crying.
I'm the girl who lost hope.
I'm the girl who listens to music, hoping it relates.
I'm the girl who inspires others to be happy when happiness is what I lack.
I'm the girl who cant speak.
Yet, I'm the girl you hear screaming.
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