She was a tragedy,
Nothing beautiful about it.
She used to write off the world but now she just typed it.
Said what needed to be said whether they hated it or liked it.
Little notes of quips and quirks,
Black and blue could be seen on her inked palms,
She dropped rhymes like they dropped bombs,
Words smoothed out her lips like Carmex lip balm.
The tragedy of Greece was another world away
Everything about her had changed except her scheme
A-B-B-B / C-D-D-D
She was high...on everything but self-esteem
Sticks and stones ripped her,
Her worst critics used to be her best friends
She was all alone, hiding in the crowd, trying to blend.
She was just another tragedy, searching for her inspiration, her real friend...
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