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Aug 2013
The wind gently blowing through the trees
Rustling the leaves on the ground
Lying down on the soft emerald green grass
She looks up at the bright blue sky
Hoping a change in perspective may help

Her eyes tried from all the tears she’s cried
She stares off into the vast blueness
Hoping to find some clue as to why things turned out this way
Wondering if life will ever change
Terrified that it may never

As she stares off into the nothingness
Her mind begins to draw pictures of what could be
Jelly fish floating through the air with ease
Pink pigs playing in the wind
Her life a happy one

But she knows these will never be
Slowly lifting her weight
She brushes off the dreams of what could be like pieces of grass
And slowly trudges back
Back to the life she will always know
Pink Pigs
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Pink Pigs
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