If I'm just some girl
who is foolish and weak
and who's face isnt a mole
to the company she keeps
then maybe my mind
is as twisted and frail
as the ones i surround
and the rest have gone stale.
If I have left to shatter
the how will i break
if I'm not lost or forgotten
because all I've done is take
maybe I'm just as screwed
but it somehow seems right
when the ones i surround
fill me with life.
Amelia Napiorkowski
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