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When to return
She knows not.
She knows only
That she has been
Bred by society
To be scorned by society and
Spurned by everlasting
HOPE.
She no longer possesses
That which she feels with.
She no longer cares
Of what will become of her.
What was her heart is gone.
She cannot feel
Except grief.
For it is all she has been given
In her short life.
She feels the
END
Will be soon.
Yet she will have done nothing
Will have been nothing
Nothing but somebody
SHE
Has always hated.
Now
Stricken by fate
She
Is empty.
With words she feels
Printed tears on the page
In the book she once stole.
She
Now feels a darkness.
It is
sleep.
In it
Is an escape.
From her life
She runs.
Frightened by the future
Remembering the past
As she sweats away
All her sorrow
Secretly
Hoping to be noticed
So she can talk
Emotionally
With that she fears
That friend.
That which pretends
To be friendly
Is evil.
The thing once
Friendly
Is evil.
She
Lays back
Hoping to find darkness
Which brings relief.
It does not come.
The girl decides it
Is a waste.
So she seeks
The alternative.
The darkness of life.
SHE LIVES.
And content
With her
Life
The girl sleeps.
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