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There was this girl.all fancied upready to go to a partyshe still dreads that day.where she hid under the bedwas dragged by the legduring the party,She read a book.Then she was shaken.by the sound of a boyhe was holding a knife.wearing all white.blood running down his eyeswithin the libraryTraumatising eventsis what she goes through every day,she has many friends.but still feels alone.she has a lot of money.but still feels poor and empty.still, she knows that money can’t buy happiness.she knows everything.but still feels unintelligent.she has everything.but still feels incomplete.she needs nothing.but it is still sadNow, she is tired of her life.