depression. death
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They Tell Me I'm Brave
Because I argue with the teachers
When I know they're wrong
They Tell Me I'm Caring
Because I always stand for those
Who'll never be strong
She walked along the reeds by day,
Trails of silks and treasure troves around her like clay,
Her heart a Pandora’s Box as she bows her head to pray,
God forsake her if she stay,
Her tale, a common witch’s say,
