And I wrote poems warning they're cringy

A yellow girl oh so bright
But the poor dove lived in fright
Her footsteps light as a feather
The yellow girl who's name was Heather
The innocent dove who cries at night, the yellow dove who fears of life

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The pain wasn't clearly seen in her path
Her sorrow to which she compared to Sylvia Plath
The girl who's problems were Myriad
Others thought she was on her period
The mystic spirit of the girl who had passed
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The girl in their shadows who always wore green
Her heart small and full of greed
Her insults were fluent like a flute
It was the girl who's last name was Duke
The girl who had suffered from low self-esteem
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There's more but they're bad