Chapter 2

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Third pov

100 years ago.
In a ancient village, at the mountain's feet
a little girl's hate was very deep:
the humans she knew, in her native town
ignored her screams, could they hear no sound?
Always being punched at school and home,
she ran away, "to the mountain" said some.
No one would imagine that it was the start
of what'd bring two children to fall apart.
She always thought she'd die alone,
being in pain down to her bones.
Her friend, in the end, proved she was wrong,
and they departed unpeacefully, so sings their song.
They still can't rest, or so it seems,
After 100 years they still have dreams,
they still wake up, they still can hope
for another child to fall below.
Waiting for the moment they can move on,
suffering it's all they experience of.
A sad story, sure it is
but they're the only ones that know of it.
You decide, that is worse:
Living, dying or after those?

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