Woe to the girl

Woe to the girl,
To the girl with the golden hair, 
Watch her unfurl
Her body, see her despair. 

View her eyes,
The tears they cry,
All the words, lies.
She sees the bottle of lye

Woe to the girl,
The girl who contemplates this,
Her head is a whirl,
But somehow she resists. 

Her life isn't perfect,
But she's got something to hold on to.
Her mind can be wrecked,
But she makes it through. 

No woe to the girl,
The girl who tries again,
No woe to the girl
The girl who stands tall
When everything falls

The End

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