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That Girl
written by Morbid Angel
08:57 PM 9/28/04
Hey look it's her, that girl who worships satan, she's wearing black, her scars are blatant, I bet her dad hits her and calls her the devils daughter, she'll probably be dead next week, they'll say it was slaughter, but we all know it was suicide, it'll be her prints on the knife, I bet she's really hurting inside. So why don't we laugh at her?! Point and call her names? Because you know what we're like, we can't accept a change, everyone has to be exactly the same. Let's drive her even closer and push her off the edge, why don't we slam out fists into her head, because it's not possible for us to be nice instead.


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by vampire_princess (9-29-2004 - 12:32 AM)
wow! i didn't think it was possible but you captured everything i feel everyday in your poem than i can in any of mine. that was an awesome poem!

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