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She's reaching out to something.
A hand she can perhaps hold.
And her heart is slowly sinking.
From memories that don't grow old.
She's running away from herself.
Afraid of what lays deep within.
Wanting to change into someone else.
But not knowing how to begin.
Searching for a possible reason,
For why she should live a lie.
Why not just have a game of truce?
Then maybe no tears will spill from her eye.
Fate can't do nothing against her.
She has already lived her hell.
Realization will eventually hit her.
And she'll understand why she fell.
Laying down steadily awaiting,
For her one dream to come true.
That one day she shan't awake.
That her pain will finally be through.
By Emily Lucas
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