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Dark Corner

I see a girl
Curled up, hiding away
In a dark corner.

When the light finds her,
She pulls away.
She is afraid to hope,
And afraid to live.

I want to call out to her,
Or reach out to her.
But I feel,
That if I do,
I would be breaking
Some kind of vow.

I feel her fear,
Her pain,
Her hate.

I feel her tears,
Her heart,
Her blood.

And then I realize,
That girl is me.





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