A normal girl,
In every way,
She hides herself,
Away each day,
No one can see,
What she holds inside,
And there is no one,
In which she will confide,
The time passes by,
Still no one knows,
The lies incessant,
As questions arose,
This can only end,
If she tells,
Reveals the lies,
In which she dwells.
May I most grasiously invite you in to see what each may tell Good Write
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I'm sure this is fascinating for a writer to write. But as a reader, I have gained nothing at all. GW62