holding on

until the hurt is gone

is a foolish thing

it never leaves

just watches you bleed

then tucks itself away

the blinding pain

will forever remain

until they find you dead

they wonder why

she never cries

but hangs her pretty head

she knows no fear

but quietly hears

all others waste away

and though it seems

she lives in dreams

on earth she forever stays

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