She hangs out with the goths at school.
She hates our crowed she calls us preps.
She's always high.
She acts like she wants to die.
Everyone picks at her callin her names we know her as that girl.
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Written July 25th, 2004
A contest entry
- Label Her. by space blanket.
300 points, ended July 30, 2004, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Well is this the girl? I see that you have defined her habits here. I am glad to see that you are writing once again. Good luck in the contest and take care.

