August 14, 2017
By Shailyn Bacchiocchi BRONZE, Milford, Massachusetts
Shailyn Bacchiocchi BRONZE, Milford, Massachusetts
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Her sorrow was behind her
Her misery too
Taking the fall was simply what to do

No fear at all
She let herself go
Feeling weightless and free
All the way down below

The pain was heavy
For the remaining up there
She escaped the demons
And no soul gave a care

So the remaining let themselves go
One by one they fell
Contradictory to what one might think
It was actually them who escaped hell

Below? How so? That's where hell is, so what do you mean?
Well, the ones who remain in the grasses of earth, are the continued insane . 

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