She’s pretty and she knows.
She’s kind, but no one sees.
She’s smiling, though she’s hurt.
She’s quiet, but inside she screams...
Begging for somebody to save her,
somebody to help her make it through the day,
somebody to love her,
somebody to guide her back into the light,
somebody to spend the night with,
somebody to talk to...
Somebody to tell her why she is so sad!
Priscilla Crusoé.
Isso me lembrou Emily Dickinson.
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