Her long brown hair had been cut short
And the light had left her eyes
She spent her days in loneliness
Where she often did nothing but cryShe'd never felt so insignificant
Like all she could do was exist
She felt like life was pushing her down
And beating her with a strong fistShe knew someday this feeling would pass
And the light would creep back in
But for now, the darkness was all consuming
And she felt she would never win.
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