You were dressed in beauty. I had forgotten your name.
She hung on your arm like the trophy she is.
Her laugh could only carry so much pain.
But it caught my attention, and there's so much she wants to say to you.
"I don't look the strangers in the eye because they really don't matter that much to me. I only want to see you, and I can only hope that you see me, too. I don't hang on others because I'm afraid I'll slip. And we both know that if I fall right now, I won't be able to get back up. Hold on to me." --This is what she'll tell you on the evening of August 13, 2007 just before she puts her ruby red necklace in her mother's old jewelry box.
Don't criticize her laugh tonight when you get back home. She's counting on you to keep her together.
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