The days passed by as she stood still, cursing everything that she could no longer feel
She walked down the street, the raindrops hitting her metallic head
She picked up the pace, trying to tire her metal lungs
But she didn't need the air anymore
She didn't need a thing
But God, she still wanted everything
The laughs, the cries
The colors in the sky
The smoke, the rain
Even the hurt
Even the pain
The late nights dancing in the dark
The sunsets, the birds and the trees
Running through the city
Falling on her bruised knees
Somehow, it was all gone
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A Metallic Death
Short Story- Metal, metal don't you hurt this rose petal. To late. It's already dead -
