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Oct 2016
All she ever wanted was the touch of his hand-
A request which was far too much to demand,
For he was a very sought-after young man,
And to him, she was but another small grain of sand.

So she whimpered in her room at night, alone in her bed,
Replaying their few conversations over in her head.
She wished on every star, "Just let him hold me," she said,
"And if that's too much to ask, then just let me die instead."

As time went by, and his graduation neared,
She lost a lot of weight; that date was what she most feared.
The last day she ever saw him, she wiped away her tears,
And soon after that, she ran straight off of the pier.

He heard the news the next day; he thought it a shame,
Though honestly he didn't really recognize her name.
He went on to pursue a life of fortune and fame,
Without another thought about the girl he could have saved...
Isabella Terry
Written by
Isabella Terry  Tennessee
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