Perfect?

by *~*unknown*~*   Mar 12, 2006


She once lived with her head held high.
Friends, family; everyone adored her.
They just knew she was aimed for the sky.

But a look on the inside would shock.
Anger...Sadness
Images of suicide just don't fly with the flock.

Does anyone know why?
The depression is overwhelming her now.
Of course not, she hid behind a lie.

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