She was sitting in the corner, crying
Afraid and scared of what might happen
Scared of the dark
Scared of the unknown
Scared of the lost
Shivering in the cold, with her head held down
She could hear the distant voice
She could hear hee inner voice
Asking her to let it go
But she couldn’t
Because she was scared
So scared
That it was too late now
That little did she realize
She was scared of the known
She was scared of herself,
Her own….
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