She is a girl of very few words
Always by herself and very quiet
She has no friends or acquaintances
Always lost in thoughts yet no one can tell what she's thinking
No one can tell what she's going through
All she wears is that smile
The same one she has on her face everyday
Something about her smile makes my stomach churn in fear
Everyone wonders who she is
Some call her strange, others call her weird but i call her dangerous
Because she is unpredictable.
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