I sat in front of her grave yesterday. I haven't seen her in months She was hit by a truck and I saw her when we thought she'd get better. She was getting so much better. Everything seemed fine.
A girl killed herself.
I didn't listen when her friend told me that she was going to. I've got to live with that. A girl is dead. But now she's with her mother. It looked like she would get better. Everything seemed fine.
My mother thinks I'm a whore.
I had sex with someone I love. It wasn't a crime. She told her best friend. Now the whole town knows. She started looking in my eyes again. Things were getting so much better. Everything seemed fine.
It isn't.
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