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Sep 12
She didn’t know what a beautiful soul she had
Her dreams, her goals
How far they could have lead her
If only she had let them lead

Maybe she’d have a taste of happiness
The kind she can only imagine now
Sitting on the floor behind her bedroom door

A knock on the door
A voice
As a spark of hope reaches her eyes
She lets it go

People will wonder what they failed to see
And she will never know what it is to be
Because she can imagine that it’s all a dream,
But her sleep is far too deep
I don’t mean to trigger anyone and if I did I’m truly sorry. I just think it’s important to talk about.
Written by
Shannon Cloutier  16/F/Canada :)
(16/F/Canada :))   
     BR Dragos and Fawn
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