She used to be angry and young...
Had words to throw at people.
She used to be feisty and strong...
Had pillars to hold on.
She used to be tired and screaming...
Letting out all that she could muster.
She used to be calm and collected...
Letting herself know not a thing is gonna change.
She used to be frail and old...
Smiling a little and worrying more.
She used to be waiting and yearning...
For a little goodbye and a forever kiss on the lips.
She used to be dead and gone...
Remembered by some and not known at all.
Are you her?
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