'dead girl walking,' the boys say in the halls.
'tell us your secret,' the girls whisper, one toilet to another.
i am that girl
i am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.
i am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.
'tell us your secret,' the girls whisper, one toilet to another.
i am that girl
i am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through.
i am the bones they want, wired on a porcelain frame.
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