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She..
September 14, 2013
This girl is lost in her world
And she can't get out.
She's always finding her dreams
Beaten upside down.
All the lies
And the crooks
And the books don't have a place.
Many years,
She's watched through the widows,
But still has seen things
That only those know.
She's dying,
She's trying,
She's crying to break away.
Out there,
There's someone waiting for her.
She knows,
She can feel it in her bones.
But the rain just comes down,
There's no clear skies around,
And no one is calling her name.
On one lucky hour,
She stands,
both feet on the ground.
A piece of her soul was
On a random road
And now she's walkin' taller.
© Sarah M., Blairsville, PA
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