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So Young...
Her lost and confused eyes wondering,
Looking through the door to the outside.
Seeing the trees move with the wind,
As the little creatures seem to hide.
A storm in the distance,
Wind is starting to pick up.
She looks down...
The door locked from the outside...
She frowns and looks away...
Taking what she needed she escapes through the back...
Walking a bit quickly through the little droplets of rain...
Her eyes becoming a watery blur…
As the pain inside her becomes greater…
She then starts to run… dropping everything she held in hand…
Running more and more…
As her face is drenched with tears…
She then comes to a stop falling on her knees…
The earth wet as it just keeps on raining…
Her fingernails stained by the dirt…
As she almost drowns in her own screams…
Slowly coming to a tired end…
She lies holding herself…
As she closes her eyes and sleeps…
Looking through the door to the outside.
Seeing the trees move with the wind,
As the little creatures seem to hide.
A storm in the distance,
Wind is starting to pick up.
She looks down...
The door locked from the outside...
She frowns and looks away...
Taking what she needed she escapes through the back...
Walking a bit quickly through the little droplets of rain...
Her eyes becoming a watery blur…
As the pain inside her becomes greater…
She then starts to run… dropping everything she held in hand…
Running more and more…
As her face is drenched with tears…
She then comes to a stop falling on her knees…
The earth wet as it just keeps on raining…
Her fingernails stained by the dirt…
As she almost drowns in her own screams…
Slowly coming to a tired end…
She lies holding herself…
As she closes her eyes and sleeps…
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