Rushing passing all around
in all this choas you can hear
a simple note loud and clear
It is my somber song calling
For help. I have been lost
i have been beaten and bloodied
But i still sing loud and clear
The somber song of a wounded
bird
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PoetryA collection of poetry about a girl and her horrid life. Her whole life she has been nothing to anyone. All she has been was a door mat.But now its her turn to step on others
