POEM - 3

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A-L-O-N-E  S-O-U-L

Clenching her jaw aside , she bit her lip out of anger,
Letting out all the pain in her with a whimper ...

Insult being a daily customer to her shop,
She only accepted every bell ring  with  all her hope...

Being sassy isn't her style , but being self defensive,
Her every word turned out to be very intensive...

Every pupil , which made its sight through her saw her as a bitch ,
Which made her brain remain in vain and glitch...

Her helping hand always turned out be useless,
Her voice which is crackless ,always sounded meaningless...

All her sleepless nights , grew her dark circles darker,
Being all alone she again hoped for better...

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