there was a girl.
but people thought she was a toy.
to be used and to be played with.
one fine day,
a heart was blooming.
little did she knew,
it wasn't genuine.
one fine day,
the heart broke.
in silence,
as always.
one fine day,
the same thing happened.
that feeling came again.
unappreciated.
one fine day,
she was sitting at the corner.
alone, again.
one day,
everything just wasn't fine anymore.
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