She was an insane child,
she didn't find little animals cute,
she took het games too seriously,
she liked to play criminal.
When she hurt herself,
she didn't cry,
she was interested
in the pain.
She loved being alone,
like completely alone,
she used to lock herself up in wardrobes
and she enjoyed the dark.
She borrowed a cigarette,
because she wondered
whe the adults like the taste.
She swallowed pills like candy,
because they were pink.
But they were bitter.
She spit them all over the living room,
because she wanted to spit.
Then she ran away
and waited
for that the people would think
when they would find the spit pink.
She cried from other people.
Because she wanted to play
and they wouldn't underestand her game
and they would think
she's insane.
She didn't want any friends.
She wasn't special at all.
She was just insane.
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