She doesn't let anyone in
Her house it seems is full of sin
She secretly wants to be thin
As she sips on her tonic and gin
Pondering what could have been
Why does she play the game that no one can win?
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These are my expressions of the memories that I keep. These things happened long ago but still make me weep. Some poems cut deep, but Life's not always a bleep.
Finned. Hm. Interesting title. I like it though.
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