Random Rambles - Poems

#39

I write poems when They strike.

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She's the girl that people leave
But way too often, never does she seethe
She's the girl that's important
But way too often, less important

She's the girl that's there
But way too often, not wished for
She's the girl that gives hugs like that of a bear
But way too often, she's being demanded for more

She's the girl that people know
But way too often, someone they don't /know/
She's the girl that laughs too much
But way too often, cries too little

She chose once again to breathe tonight
She chose once more to do what He likes
She believes in heaven, and there awaits her hard-earned rewards
She believes that someday, everything will be just a little bit better
And it'll all be worth all the bitter

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She is me.

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