Her Story
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Standing tall Looking down At the ground below Wondering if this is The time to bare my soul To show them that;even I am capable Of feelings of some kind Even if they are Scattered around the sky If you want to you can Look at them and see' The girl I could be If only someone trusted me So I cling here instead Watching life move on No one noticing the girl Who is only a pawn Who does what she is told Not a thought in her head And when shes not moving Some wonder if shes dead She sits down to write What lies in her head Before the storm comes And she forgets What was ever said She pulls out a small pen Enough ink just to write Her sad story down During this endless night Her handwriting small Delicate and neat Even though on the paper It you can barely see She finshes her tale Its work her last As she closes her eyes Being time for bed ----------------------------------------- A man comes by Down on his luck Looking around for Some food to chuck He notices a lump By his feet And proceeds to kick it Stopping mid sweep He looks closer than before And notices hair Painicking he picks up the bundle So precious and small Wondering what it could be Out in this cold He pulls back the blanket A white face he sees Icy and numb she feels to him As he see paper in her hand And wonders at the written words On top of it As he begins to read;the girls last minutes

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